Unfinished Projects = Unfinished Life

Unfinished Projects = Unfinished Life

My life has turned into a series of unfinished projects. Anyone that knows me knows that this is my Dante's Inferno. There was a time that these out of control miscreants known as half done projects would have caused such an uproar in our home that lives would be changed forever...and, not for the good. Thankfully, for my family, that time is in a far distant past with with help of a small blip we affectionately refer to as 'Mom's Cancer'. Cancer is amazing stuff when it comes to resetting one's core existence. And, maybe for a more moderate soul, it could have cured all flaws. But, for me, it only lessened them. Hey! We take what we can get in this life. This lessening has helped significantly though. I know longer implode at the first sign of imperfection. Instead, I drink a glass or two of wine for as long as it takes to achieve my version of the imperfectly perfect. Due to self inflicted mobility issues, a tile guy with a dead grandmother, a husband with a 90 hour work week along with a pickle ball addiction and a handyman that was recommended to one too many neighbors, I now find myself an alcoholic that no longer wishes to run a home decor blog. Lucky for this little blog; I have been ordered off both of my feet indefinitely and am still consuming the aforementioned wine. For your viewing pleasure, I have put together a little photo diary of the last several months minus a full exterior transformation due to, well, I think you can figure out a reason based on the previous collection of rambling sentences that I am trying to pass off as a paragraph.

I never want to provide my readers with just a home decor blog post. That would be too plebeian and wanna be home design influencer when everyone knows that I am a wanna be writer that sometimes manages to have a home worth a snap shot or two.

So, in conclusion, I will just say that unfinished projects are simply unfinished lives. What?! Hang in there; let me explain. The great and incredibly beautiful Audrey Hepburn once wrote that "to plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow". My version is just a much poorer metaphor by a not great or incredibly beautiful person. Perhaps, to allow some incompleteness in life is to give life permission to live another day. Or, as my tile guy is trying to teach me, permission to live for many more months. All my rushed conclusions in the past were my way of tying things in a neat bow just in case life, or I, needed to bow out. Now, I just give me and life all the room we need to be for as long as is needed.

One day in winter, I decided that sanding down my 15 year old breakfast table would be a really good idea.
On a spring day, I completed the project. 
Around the same time, my overly recommended handyman/best friend and overly worked husband tore out the hideous granite tile that has marred my living space for 3 years.
After weeks and weeks of my kitchen looking like this, my very handsome but much younger than me Eastern European counter guy installed my neutral quartz counters.
The only picture of the new counters. Notice the distressed drywall in the distance. Due to the length of time that I have had to look at them, I have decided to have them identify as art work instead of destroyed drywall.

This next little section is less of an unfinished project and more of a current curation. I seem to treat my front parlor (as my handyman refers to it) as a rotating museum space. The current traveling exhibit is called:

Summer in The Parlor

I realize that I have thrown a lot of visual stimulation at you. But, there is no telling when I will be wounded enough again to force myself to sit down and share all the incompleteness that is my life with my dear readers.

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