How do you have a conversation with your house that starts, "After all I've done for you, this is what you do? Really?"
You can't. You just look your contractor in the eye, swallow hard and write that check. And then cry.
And then have a glass of wine, get yourself together and finally dump out that huge box(es) of vintage jewelry that you've been intending to sort through, photograph and list on Etsy so that (maybe) you can eventually PAY back the money you've just handed to said freaking contractor to keep your freaking porch roof from freaking caving in.
I'm better now.
No, I'm not. I'm pissed at my house, but I found a lot of pretty things that I didn't remember scoring from the aunties, and some of them I'm intending to keep. I can't turn all the vintage goodness out to find new homes.
If you're interested, the link to my Etsy shop is here. If you're not, no biggie. Enjoy the pretties and come back later for more sewing (and possibly a little more grousing about my house; I'm far from over it).