There are literally one gazillion things I have planned for my home, but it's amazing how attempting to install one cantankerous kitchen pendant light can make me and Jonathan want to put our house on the market — not to mention drive me to drink.
Everything that can go wrong with this install has. The footprint of the old, ghetto light is extremely too large and can be seen — even despite the ceiling medallion we purchased. And, now, the tiny screws aren't even long enough to grip the outer rim — which holds the darn light to the ceiling! Oh, and in the process of all this, we've found that our ceiling is cracked. Ummm, that can't be good...can it????
My ever-patient husband actually said, "I literally give up!" Then he proceeded to drink. And liquor at that. He never drinks liquor.
A few of you have joked that this blog makes our lives look perfect. So, please, let me share with you a picture of what life in the Melville home really looks like from time to time:
(Notice the tools on every counter to install one tiny light, the exposed bulb hanging from our ceiling and the pile of ceiling debris on the floor.)
(Did you think I was joking?? I should have taken an "after" shot of the liquor level...)
In all seriousness, I am just so ready for this house to feel like a home, and it's frustrating to feel like progress has stalled. I've said it before, but this time I mean it: I think I'm ready to hire a contractor.
Here's what I want my kitchen to look like (since I think we just about have a plan of action to tackle this room):
One can only dream.