Monday, March 7, 2011

Blogging is harder than I thought it would be. At first I thought it would be really easy, just throw up progress photos and post a how-to if I created something cool and easy to make. Then I started to get traffic. It was no longer just my mom and my sister only reading my posts. Then I started really studying other Shelter Blogs and I started to freeze up. "Our place doesn't look that perfect!" "My photos really suck!"

Then I start taking this blogging course and it reminds me that blogs are only cool if written from the heart. This is easily forgotten, remember how I discussed this same paralyzing feeling then pushed myself to just blog it how it really is. And also to go ahead and share what's only partially completed or what is in progress or what we're going to have to live with for awhile.

This is just our reality until the stars align and make the following happen:

  1. we get a mortgage --> need occupancy permit --> need stairs and floors
  2. I suddenly get a high-paying job so we can pay someone to finish miracle #1
  3. the stairs and floors finish themselves
  4. we win the lottery, thus negating needs #1 and #2 
So instead Team Harpole trudges along in sudden bursts of energy here and there, which seem to be farther apart these days going into our 3rd year of "DIY-Own Damn Home." [Here Bryce's two years of labor aren't included because we weren't a "we" then, and that's a whole other series of really awesome blog posts when we can figure out where his photos are.] 

It appears that the hubs and wifey are tired. So, in order to keep from killing ourselves or each other, posting progress as it truly is might just save some unsuspecting, energetic family from embarking on a similar Odyssey. Building a house is sometimes easier than it looks, and sometimes harder. Your house some day will be a page turner (like a spread in Architectural Digest), but until then, you feel like you're living in a Clean House : Messiest Home in America marathon. 

Seriously. Construction. Is. Messy. Why. Would. Anyone. Live. In. A. House. While. They. Are. Building. Or. Remodeling. 

Because we are lunatics.

So. Without further ado, here's our living room tiling job almost, 90%, just about there, near done.

This is a very reasonably priced little lamp base from Target (apparently the shade isn't listed on the site, but I purchased it in store). As you can see, everything is temporary until one of #1 through #4 above happens. But on the bright side, we have 90% of the first floor of tiling done!

[Don't DIY-Own Damn Home]


bryce evans said...

you guys basalt, keep up the good work

Angie said...


karen @ our slo house said...

Honestly, I don't think it looks that bad. In fact, it looks great. But I am someone who DIYs her own damn house, too, so I know what "reality" is. It ain't pretty and there aren't magical fairies following you around with a shopvac. (Unfortunately.)

Stick with it. Your DIY photos are great and your progress is great. :)

Angie said...

OMG, Karen! I would KILL to have fairies following us around with a shopvac!!! Or at least follow my husband around ... ;)

Thanks for the props! :)

Jane said...

Hi Angie I just found through BYW and am now following you. Hang in there! It's tough juggling all that hard work with BYW as well.

I have 3 children under 6 so am way behind on my reading and homework - hopefully I'll catch up this weekend!

Thanks for becoming a Planetarian - I hope you enjoy the ride ☺. J x

Angie said...

Thanks, Jane! YOU are the rockstar with all that you are juggling! Nice work! So great to meet you! Thanks for stopping by my little blog!

Heidi said...

I love seeing my jacket there. Means I was there...

Okay my heart is there...
I miss my ginger, my pups, my heckva climb, but mostly I miss you! (bryce too)

allm92 said...

I love seeing my jacket there on the peg. That means I still there.

I miss my ginger
I miss my pups and the senior citizen

But most of all I miss you sis, (ok you too Bryce)
Love U!

Angie said...

Aww! Love you too!

Eff! I need to send that jacket to you still! Not like you need it there ....

Love you, H!!!