I’ve been on this kick of updating some things in my house as of late. It all started with my mantle and fireplace and how I hate the look of it. It’s got this awful raw wood all around it and ugly bricks in front of it. It’s my least favorite thing about my place and I decided that it had to change.
Mr. Normal has bravely volunteered to do this project himself and I was given the task of picking out tiles for the fireplace over the weekend. The minute he said this I realized I would have to go to Home Depot and that worried me a bit. Here’s why:
Home Depot already has a ton of my money. When I moved into my place 3 ½ years ago I was at the local Depot every single weekend – multiple times each weekend. It got to the point where I knew half of the staff by name. They knew me as well because I was the girl walking around in a Red Sox cap looking totally helpless. Anyway, after about six months of dating the Depot I had to break-up because it was getting entirely too expensive. Sure, I've seen the Depot casually from time to time but it never got serious again…until now.
I headed to Home Depot to pick out tiles for the fireplace yesterday around 11am. I came home four hours later with more than just tiles. Somehow tiles turned into the following items:
- new curtains for my bedroom
- new curtain rod for curtains for my bedroom
- new set of knives
- new pots and pans (there was a really good sale and I needed some new ones)
- weatherstripping for the effing French doors which refuse to keep out the draft
- new mirror for the downstairs bathroom
- new rug for downstairs bathroom
- paint samples for the downstairs bathroom
- paint samples for the masterbath
- paint samples for the kitchen
- 8 socket and lightswitch covers
- and finally…tile samples
Not all of this came from Home Depot. I managed to squeeze in a few other stores before I headed home with a much lighter purse. Evidently I was shopping under the impression that I’d recently won the lottery. Yeah, that’s gonna leave a mark on the old checking account.
Anyway, I spent two and half hours walking every aisle of the Depot like I was a damn man. I mean seriously, what kind of girl does this?
A girl in love.
That’s right – I’m having feelings for the Depot again. Maybe it was the smell of the lumber? Maybe it was the sight of the thousands of paint samples? Perhaps it was the feeling of the cool tiles in my hands? Perhaps it was all of the helpful people in the orange aprons? I can’t really say but I just know that it’s going to get serious with us again. With that multiple home improvement projects in the works it's inevitable that I'll spend my weekends roaming the aisles again.
Things aren’t serious with Mr. Normal or anything so I hope that he’s understanding about this affair…
11 comments:
Maybe you, Depot, and Mr. Normal can have a menage-a-trois?
I think Beckibee has a great idea!
My Depot is a fickle lover. Sometimes he's all smiles, but others...well, he snubs.
Yeah Becki I can just see it now, "clean up on aisle 5"
I feel the same way about Arden B.
mmmmmmmmm that sounds kind of familiar ....
Ash
Surely there is a locally owned homecenter that would be much more appreciative and deserving of your love while still fulfilling your needs.
yay! i love doing cute stuff to my house. i bet it looks fantastic!
lol! Just make sure you take precautions and leave your money and cards at home :)
I can see the appeal, aisles and aisles of treasure. Hours spent in whimsical day dreams. Home Depot is a pretty good candidate for an affair...even for someone like me. I spent a couple hours there with the kids looking at bathtub, toilets and such. They thought it was so cool how there were all those toilets in one place. Who knew? It was better than the park.
That's hilarious. :) That's like me in Target. I have a serious love affair with that place.
I love the depot, too. especially since the one in New York is easily the biggest store in the city, so I feel like I am back in the burbs. And as someone who has been doing a lot of stuff to the studio apartment, I can attest to what a huge difference it makes to come home to a place that you love. Good luck!
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