So a few weeks ago (pre-termite discovery), I was doing one of those extra-thorough house cleaning jobs you do every few times, and that included wiping down our new leather chair, bought just a few months ago. I noticed that one of the corners of the chair – the corner that dog, baby, and people have to brush my to get past it – was already looking worn. It bummed me out, since we had mentioned when we bought it that man! it was a leather recliner! that thing could be with us the rest of our lives! yeah notsomuch. So eventually I mentioned it to Will and he told me that I just had to get used to the fact that we probably weren’t going to have any of this house’s furniture forever, bc it getting destroyed here is kind of inevitable. Two adults, two cats, one dog, and one baby all living in under 1,000 square feet means that everything is going to get touched that many more times and worn down that much faster.
scratch in the new laminate flooring…thankfully it happened when it was being fixed because of termites, anyway.
This is why we can’t have nice things.
The coffee table that my parents got us about 2 years ago? They have the same one and theirs is in perfect condition. Ours is already beat up. I am attempting to embrace the ‘distressed’ look on it.
The Amish-made solid wood TV stand that I coveted for YEARS before finally getting one? A while back, the dog’s collar weirdly got stuck in a handle and she flipped out and ripped off one of the doors. (I now highly recommend these tags, by the way.) It’s glued back together, but not pretty.
It’s extra-hard for me to deal with, because I am SOOOOO CAREFUL with stuff like this, so I’m just not used to it. Will seems to be somehow more destructive than I am. Perhaps due to my “we will keep this foreverrrr and it will be perfect” mentality vs his “it’s just furniture” mentality. See, for example, Will’s 6-year-old nightstand, which I don’t have a picture of, but definitely looks ‘distressed.’
I am trying to come around to this “we can’t have nice things” mentality. But it’s HARD. Because you WANT to surround yourself with nice things that you love. And when those nice things get messed up, it’s hard not to get pissed. And then our stupid house is so lame, it’s like, do we bother replacing things like the counter tops that I hate, or just not even deal with it and hope we’re out of here (wishful thinking) in a few years? What nice things CAN we have?
one of the cat hair tumbleweeds that reforms daily. Lucy’s doggiehairs are just kind of everywhere. I can’t possibly vacuum enough.
There is one scratch that I don’t totally mind, though. I noticed a scratch in the side of Ainsley’s crib and asked Will about it (because I knew I hadn’t done it – well, there is also a cat-claw scratch, sigh). It annoyed me because her crib is convertible, so it could be her bed for the rest of her time at “home,” and that scratch would be on what would eventually be her footboard. But then he told me he was pretty sure it was from stuff on his police belt rubbing against the side when he leaned over to give her a kiss in the morning before work. So I decided that one scratch – JUST that one – was OK.
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Jennah, I know the feeling. When we were moving our furniture back in after having hardwood floors put down, our sofa sleeper slipped and there goes a big scratch on the floor. I cried! Thank goodness the rug covered that area up. Seems I can never have things that are perfect either. They always have a ding or scratch or something somewhere. Just keep in mind, I think most everyone has those same little aggravations and imperfections in their homes. It adds character! ;o) And I could accept the scratch from love, too.