frustration Archives - Victoria Elizabeth Barnes


You know your project is out of control when…

This was supposed to be a post about my latest craigslist find and an introduction to the Mirror Troll’s sister – the Bed Troll… But I got a new computer over the weekend and I am still muddling through transferring files and photos and reinstalling applications and trying to figure out why stuff is not syncing.

It is a total novelty that I can do ALL of those things simultaneously without the computer saying–you ask too much of me, I need to lie down.

Further making this a good week: Paul and I were interviewed for a story in The Philadelphia Inquirer about the relationship-stress associated with house projects, big renovations, and everything that goes along with them.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

I’m like Liberace… but with more flair.

When you SEE what I just got on Craigslist?  You will fall over.

But first you need the prequel— about my antique mirror fetish…  So you can understand how, on top of the Victorian wardrobe… this year is ushering in an entirely new and stratospherically-superior level of craigslist treasures.

My pier mirrors.  I collect large, gold Victorian mirrors… the more ornate, the better!
Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

DIY house renovation— a death-defying stunt for your marriage.

Two posts ago, I went back to the beginning of our house renovation—how my husband and I decided to buy an old house and fix it up… a decision based around the front-door’s antique hardware.  And an imaginary before-and-after picture that lived in my head—a picture designed by a DIY-enthusiasm that came from not ever having fixed anything.

We thought it was a good idea to move into a crumbling Victorian house… restore it… do all the work ourselves… while living here.

If you missed:
Part One, we tour the house and decide to buy it.
Part Two, we move, begin renovation, and reality sets in.

This is Part Three, where I realize the true meaning of fixing up an old house.

For the first two years, there were always multiple rooms with “containment issues”  Meaning:  one part was “livable” and the other was trashed.  Destroyed.  An explosion of plaster and lath and 120 years of dust.

And we were always trying to keep the “trashed” part separate.  Or?  One of us was: me.
The other of us thought containment was over-rated.

The other of us thought the ONLY acceptable use of time was action… To wade in and just GO.

Husband and wife DIY renovation of an old Victorian house.  Mess, and dirt are stressful to marriage. Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.