I really don't know how some people run blogs dedicated full-time to home improvement. We do our fair share of DIY stuff, but every single day? No thanks. It would be like, “I managed to paint half a wall and then my kids scribbled on it with Sharpie!” or “This afternoon, I screwed a wobbly leg back onto one of the kitchen chairs.”
Doesn't exactly make for riveting narrative.
Our blog reflects real life in that we usually spread out our home stuff in between family updates, fashion spotlights, travel, food, etc. Every once in awhile we finally finish a project and it's like, “Voila! Look at this mantle I built!” Even if you guys miss a lot of the details, I like having those big milestones documented so I can compare our present to our past to see just how far we've come.
Which is how I found myself beaming over a newly-installed doorknob the other day.
My grandpa came to visit for the first time in an entire year, and I'll admit that I was a little anxious about his thoughts on our home updates. You see, Grandpa has always been an inspiration to me. This self-made man has invested in property for as long as I can remember, and I have vivid memories of him tackling repairs, balancing books, keenly making adult decisions that can be – frankly – overwhelming. And so I find myself “adulting” in his mighty shadow, still turning to him for advice and approval like I did as a kid.
He smiled as soon as he stepped out onto the property. I started muttering some lame apologies about the half-finished awning by the pool, the temporary rock pathway by our porch, the unfinished entryway. Grandpa shrugged.
“Chelsea, you have three kids and two businesses. And besides, the devil's in the details!”
I reflected on all the little details I updated over the last couple of months. The front entry has been my latest area of attack, with a new door, stucco patches (that I still have to paint), and all new hardware from our sponsor Schlage.
I've been stressing so much about the door placement and whatnot, I hadn't really stopped to admire the sleek lines of the polished nickel.
We made similar changes throughout the entire house, in fact. It seemed like a small thing, unscrewing and re-affixing the handles and locking mechanisms. Simple, really.
Simple, but impactful enough that it made Grandpa pause and smile. When he pointed it out, it made me smile, too.