Those fatal words. “I’ll do it myself.” Words usually uttered after what you perceive to be a ridiculous quote from a tradesman for a project around the house…..after you are given the price for the job, and the initial shock wears off. You feign a devil may care attitude, and you tell him: “We’ll talk it over and give you a call.” Let’s face it, there won’t be any call, you’ve already made up your mind…..you’ll do it yourself.
Your spouse isn’t quite so sure that your decision is the right one, she probably remembers a few earlier attempts to tackle projects better left to the professionals….and after making a mess of things, she called a pro to undo your mistakes.
Forget the past; it‘s a new day, and a new project. “It’ll be a snap, honey, all I need is a couple of things from the hardware store, and I’ll have it done in no time.” I admire positive thinking, but, I’ve found myself in similar situations, and my children learned many expressive words from my DIY projects. And, they learned that there was never a project, that required only one trip to the hardware store.
I recall a time when popcorn ceilings were all the rage, and I was re-doing our basement recreation room. We wanted such a ceiling. I had a quote from a pro for the job, but, as you can guess; I opted to do the work. “It’ll be a snap, honey.” I said to an already skeptical spouse. What I can tell you is this: It was a job straight from hell. Never in my life, have I created such a mess. Nowhere in the instructions did it say I had to eliminate all of the lumps in the plaster mixture….at least when I read them the first time.
I mixed the gunk up in a garbage can, and from that, loaded the hopper on the application gun. When I tipped the gun back to spray the ceiling, several quarts of popcorn plaster poured out of the open top, and all over the applier, (me) and the rest on the floor. The lumps in the gunk, continually clogged the gun, and I had to stop every couple of minutes to clear it. By the time I finished the job. I had exhausted my cuss word lexicon, and had ruined the floor, my watch, clothes, and almost ruined the rented equipment.
When the gear was returned, the garbage can cleaned, and the popcorn ceiling had dried, the finished project looked okay, however, we had to have carpeting installed, because we were unable to remove the residue from the tile floor.
The folks who bought the home from us a few years later, probably took one look at that popcorn, and said in unison: “That’s got to go!”. And, they may have decided to get an estimate from a pro, and, subsequently, studying their options, the man of the house no doubt turned to his wife and said: “Don’t worry honey, I’ll do it myself……..it’ll be a snap”.
Take a guess if you please: What is it?