Yesterday my neighbor came & told me that the new people down the road were tearing out their year old carpet to put down hardwood floors. He knows that I'm desperate to put carpet in because my own hardwood floors are old & crappy, this is an old house and when you lift up a floorboard there is no insulation, just earth. So in winter the cold comes up through the floor & kicks on the heater, burning oil I cant afford.
So, I grab a dozen fresh eggs (from my own hens) and drive over to ask if I can have the carpet before they throw it out. The lady of the house gives me a tour and the place is absolutely perfect - huge rooms, fireplace, antiques everywhere, nothing out of place, everything spotless. Granted, it's a new house, but holy cow, it was fabulous. They are really nice people. Before I leave she says she'd love to see my place because she likes old houses.
I come home with the carpet and I walk through my own house and all of a sudden I see the miss-matched yard sale furniture and auction decorations, all my attempts to make the place nice and it looks pretty pathetic. There's a chicken living in a cage in the kitchen, the sun porch has chicks in a brooder, everything - plants and all- is covered with a thick layer of poultry dust. There's spackled places and incomplete woodwork and the cats are busy throwing up on the one carpeted room I do have. For the first time, I'm embarrassed to live here. OMG, what if they actually come over?
I know this place is a work in progress and people shouldn't judge, but I'm still kinda horrified.
Anyone else ever feel like that?
So, I grab a dozen fresh eggs (from my own hens) and drive over to ask if I can have the carpet before they throw it out. The lady of the house gives me a tour and the place is absolutely perfect - huge rooms, fireplace, antiques everywhere, nothing out of place, everything spotless. Granted, it's a new house, but holy cow, it was fabulous. They are really nice people. Before I leave she says she'd love to see my place because she likes old houses.
I come home with the carpet and I walk through my own house and all of a sudden I see the miss-matched yard sale furniture and auction decorations, all my attempts to make the place nice and it looks pretty pathetic. There's a chicken living in a cage in the kitchen, the sun porch has chicks in a brooder, everything - plants and all- is covered with a thick layer of poultry dust. There's spackled places and incomplete woodwork and the cats are busy throwing up on the one carpeted room I do have. For the first time, I'm embarrassed to live here. OMG, what if they actually come over?
I know this place is a work in progress and people shouldn't judge, but I'm still kinda horrified.
Anyone else ever feel like that?