Where have I been? Let me tell you.....

I wanted to let you know I am still here. Having finally muddled thru the holiday and facing the new year, I feel such a sense of relief! I know I have been neglectful of this little ole' blog and I wouldn't be surprised if I have lost you all together, but......I hope you might still check on me from time to time.


So....I guess I had better catch up. I am still trying to get my house in order (so to speak), and have veered off coarse a bit. The powder room is still waiting for the floors to be layed and since I knew it would take an act of God to make that happen (did you know that sub-contractors promises are not to be believed....duh), I decided to focus on another thorn. Why is it there are those of us who seem to possess the good sense to know ones limits, and then there is me?  I mean......why do I instinctively gravitate to ulcer inducing limits all to achieve that "moment" of well, the awwwwwww (imagine the choir here) factor. Okay, some clarity here.......


We have lived in our little humble abode for 13 years. When you enter, we have a room to the left that has always been uninhabitable. It has been my storage room, a makeshift office, an assembly room (when I did my wholesale gig) and a storage room, again. Never have I felt that it was a true extension of our home, and I have struggled with the funtionality of this space. It is a bit isolated from the rest of the home and I have never really come up with the perfect use. I simply hung curtains on the french doors and closed them out of embarrassment. So, when we had invited a few members of my family for Christmas dinner around the first week of December, I made a vow to the hubs that the room would be dressed and ready for it's new life as a dining room. Now, this wasn't a promise I had envisioned being insurmountable. I had slowly been reworking some of the furniture and art into my home and it was getting to a point where I could actually see what was in there (it was a bit like Christmas....I kept finding all the little treasures I had stuffed in there and completely forgotten about), and I really thought it wouldn't be that big of a deal to get paint on the walls and bang it out. Ummmm, can you say dilussional? I kinda forgotten just a few details like......the moldings had never been painted, the walls were splattered with paint and filled with holes, big holes (my prototypes were always on display and we did a lot of the finish work on my merchandise in the space). The lighting had been removed....sold it (it was a gorgeous crysal empire)! The carpet was filthy and stained and there were staples nails and screws imbedded in it.


So, during what could have been a stress free holiday (something I was not accustomed to being in retail the last 30 years of my life), I just had to prove to my husband I wasn't a wack job. Long story short, it was ready and the table was set and sparkling by the time the relatives showed up. Never mind I had been up until 2 am Christmas eve shampooing the carpet. I did it, and although it wasn't the complete perfection I had hoped for (I may be a wack job, but I did sense my limitations to some degree), it turned out beautifully, even if I do say so myself!


Now......I am still waiting to hear from the contractor. He's not returning my calls and I am thinking he has given me the shaft, surprise (yah, right!) So, I have decided to look elsewhere for a tile setter (the thought of going out there again is really pissing me off), but, in the meantime.....I have an office/spare bedroom I need to bang out before my girlfriend comes for a visit at the end of this month. Did I mention......it is now inexplicably filled with crap from my previous room? Oy vay.