My daughter's bedroom has been pink since the first week we moved into this house, over a decade ago; at the time she was four. As you can imagine, pink lost its allure somewhere around the age of eight and she's been gunning for a color change ever since.
Having spent the first ten years of my marriage buried in the realities of renovation, the idea of any kind updating or redecorating that involves more than a change of bedding, makes me shudder.
Of course, it's not always about me (although it should be). I have a teenager who has ideas of her own, a creative muscle to flex and, who despite my best attempts over the years to make it work, hates pink.
|This was my last attempt to make the pink work. |
Over the years I have paired it with white, turquoise and gold. The kid was done!
This weekend, I just couldn't stand to listen to the whining and the crying, the tantrums and the bargaining anymore. I decided to grow up, shut up and let the kid paint her room.
I admit I pouted my way through the entire process and loudly proclaimed to anyone within earshot that I wanted nothing to do with this project and I was not helping out.
"This is all you," I told my husband. He and my daughter listened to my rants and just said, "Ok."
So what is it about renovation that I hate so much? I mean nobody likes the mess and I get that, but like I said, after so many years of doing, I just want to be done.
It's not the painting or the shopping or the conceptualizing that I detest, I actually like that process, it's all the other stuff that I just don't have the energy for anymore. When you renovate one room, it affects almost every other room in your house and for a long, long time.
This is how my living room usually looks, but not today.
Today, it looks like this.
It's everything from my daughter's room, thrown in there, all over the place. It couldn't stay in the room, it had to move into the sanctuary of pretty, my living room. Now, two rooms are a total mess and completely out of commission.
Oh, but wait, where will she sleep? I know, the family room couch. Great! Now there is bedding all over the couch and random items she needs to get ready on the coffee table and desk. You can't really make a couch and since her stuff doesn't actually belong there, it can't be put away, so that room is a disaster, too and essentially, out of commission, as well.
And what happens to all the stuff that she no longer wants, when she's cleaning out and putting things back? What do I do with the old bedding and lamps and curtains and blinds and rugs that no longer work with the new decor? Do I donate them, sell them, shove them in a closet hoping that someday we will use them again (we won't)? I don't know, I can't decide just yet, so they sit in a pile in the kitchen and it overflows into the hallway until I can get my act together. Two more areas of my home disrupted from a simple bedroom paint job.
I know, I am probably being overdramatic. It's really not that big of a deal, but then again it is and it doesn't sit well with my decorating OCD. There is no way to tidy this mess until the construction phase is over, until the room stops smelling like paint...low VOC paint still smells, by the way...and all of her belongings make their way back into her room.
Her newly painted, white room.
And if I have it my way, forever.
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