Well. I currently find myself single. And buying a house. And my dad lives 500+ miles away. What does this mean? I went to Home Depot. By myself. With a shopping list. And I asked four different employees for help. And I got every damn thing on my list. Feeling like a total competent adult?? Hell yes.
This is what $214 looks like at Home Depot:
|I bought a ladder. A wise man told me recently that if I need a tool once, I will need it again so I should buy it. Good but expensive advice. I'm now the proud owner of a 6' fiberglass ladder. My dad was proud of me for buying a good one. Yay me!|
|Pip and atruzite. Thank you Martha Stewart. The cream makes the room a million times brighter. I love it.|
Something that I wish someone would have told me about buying a house? That I'd want to spend AT LEAST $10K on new furniture that fits exclusively into my new house. Seriously. I didn't plan wisely enough.
I'm not going to lie, I feel pretty damn good about getting this project done and practically by myself. I know it's just paint... but... it's paint! And I did it myself! In a house that I bought myself. Hells yes. It's terrifying and exciting and empowering and horrifying all at the same time. Holy crap.