Video tour of the "other" part of the house
Come with me when I'll show you the bedrooms I've never shared before & my design plan for them!
Lovelies! Bonjour! Happy Sunday!
This week has been .. hum .. how should I put it .. intense! I try not to let the Christmas stress get to me but today I woke up and felt “shit! why have I given myself a long list of house renovation tasks to do prior to Christmas”? Will I make it? And why did I publicly announce yesterday that I not only wanted to finish the bathroom (which in itself is a VERY big project), but I also wanted to complete the living room, revamp the spare bedroom, and sort the hallway out?
I’m realising as I write that I’m a compulsory overdoer. It is like I accidentally signed up for an Olympic sport I didn’t even know existed! You see, I thrive on stress and deadlines. It probably will be the death of me, but having a pretend deadline forces me to get into gear and do all of those things that I’ve put off for so long. It’s like I’m living in my own little world where “the project must be completed by 17:00 today!” suddenly becomes a serious statement—despite the fact that there’s no deadline and I could take my time really. But who wants to have things half done? And also, who can resist the thrill of racing against the clock when that clock is entirely of my own making?
So there I am, frantically sanding floors with my imaginary deadline looming over me like a cartoon villain, sweating bullets as I remind myself that “procrastination kills dreams” (probably a quote I made up on the spot). I even throw in some fake consequences! “If I don’t finish this by 15:00, I’ll have to eat only kale for a whole week!” I might have to reconsider that one; my love for pizza is far too strong. Within seconds, I’ve transformed my peaceful afternoon into a high-stakes drama. My friends ask if I want to hang out, and I respond with a breathless, “Sorry! I’m in the final stretch of an extremely important project due…oh, in the next two hours!” Cue the frantic pacing around the house and the competitive music playlist to really set the mood.
Ultimately, I whip out the finished masterpiece just in time—only to realise that I’ve targeted an arbitrary deadline that only exists in my mind! But hey, at least I can treat myself to pizza now, because pretending to be stressed is still a workout, right? At the end of the day, the only thing I’ve really proven is that I can outsmart my own procrastination! Once it’s all done I crash and learn to live the slow life again!
Overdoer or just a serial procrastinator - let’s call it a “slow life with a side of French intensity!”
Today, I'm excited to share the second episode of exploring “the other side” of our house. Last week, I focused on the downstairs, and now I’m showing you the upstairs, which includes three bedrooms I've never revealed before. To be honest, they’re in pretty dreadful shape right now.