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It was supposed to be a shelf project. Or maybe not even a shelf — more like the suggestion of one. My girlfriend said we needed “a better place for the keys,” and instead of just using the table, I decided I'd go big. Wall-mounted. Minimalist. Stylish. Or whatever people call it when they're about to poke holes into a wall.
I marked the spot next to the entry light, took one step back and thought, “Easy” Ten minutes later I was looking through the soul of the wall, confused why it looked like someone had left a mystery next to the wiring. The shelf never happened. But somehow the hole got bigger.
That's the thing about renovation — it doesn't stick to the script. You start with one thing, and the next thing you know, you're up at 2 a.m. Googling “how to rewire a light”. I just wanted a shelf. By the end of the week, I had new plasterboard.
There's no clear moment when it all flips. It just happens. You go to the store for one nail and come back with a bag of stuff you didn't know you needed. That's how I ended up repainting a not even that bad wall because the guy at the store said, “People are doing sage now.”
Receipts get longer. You buy that same trowel because you can't remember where the other ones went. Spoiler: they're all in the laundry, behind the stack of unopened mail.
It's messy. Not just physically. One night I crashed on the floor because the bedroom smelled like plaster. I also cried over a crooked towel hook. Real tears. Over a hook. I don't know what to tell you.
But you get through it. With sheer willpower. You learn things you'd rather not. Like how the power outlet leans “for character”.
Eventually, though, things feel right again. Not perfect — nothing is. The tiles by the bin still tilt. But now, I step into that space and don't sigh. That's progress.
The shelf? Never built it. click here We use a bowl now. Same one we always had, sitting on a chipped sideboard. But the wall's patched. Mostly.
And that's renovation, isn't it? Not what you expected. But it's yours. With all its cracks and odd colors.