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It started with a shelf. Or maybe not even a shelf — more like the suggestion of one. My flatmate said we needed “a better place for the keys,” and instead of just using the table, I decided I'd create a solution. Wall-mounted. Minimalist. Stylish. Or whatever people call it when they're about to drill blindly.
I marked the spot next to the entry light, took one step back and thought, “Simple enough” Ten minutes later I was eyeballing the guts of the wall, confused why it looked like someone had left a mystery next to the wiring. The shelf never happened. But somehow the situation escalated.
That's the thing about projects like this — it doesn't stick to the script. You start with one thing, and the next thing you know, your hallway looks like a crime scene. I just wanted a shelf. By the end of the week, I had paint samples taped to the wall.
There's no clear moment when it all flips. It just unfolds. 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 get more info up repainting a not even that bad wall because the guy at the store said, “People are doing sage now.”
Tools pile up. You buy that same trowel because you can't remember where the other ones went. Spoiler: they're all in the laundry, behind the ironing board.
It's messy. Not just physically. One night I stayed at a friend's place because the walls were drying. 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 forums full of questionable advice. You learn things you'd rather not. Like how the bathroom window frame isn't attached to anything.
Eventually, though, things settle into place. Not perfect — nothing is. The tiles by the bin still tilt. But now, I look around and don't sigh. That's progress.
The shelf? Never built it. 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 accidental charm.