LIVING TOGETHER DIARY 4
“Honey, this is now completely hard,” it said in a text message and then there was a photo. Two bare feet next to a paint tray with a roller and a brush. Ah, I indeed forgot to clean that up. The house is now finished, but I have felt quite clumsy these past few weeks. I thought I could paint a wall, assemble a cabinet, and handle some small tasks. But well, he is such an incredibly good handyman (and a perfectionist!), so I quickly noticed that he actually preferred to do it all himself. I understand it to some extent, like that whole simple shelf for the bathroom, for example. I put that thing together, and there were some screws left over. Then I think: yo, it’s standing, doesn’t wobble, and fits fantastically in that little corner. I also looked back quite often to see if he noticed that I was spilling paint on the floor. There was always a wet cloth in my back pocket to wipe up the mess immediately (especially footprints through the house).
Together with my best friend, I spent a whole day transforming the dark red bedroom into a white one. Sometimes he would peek in and see us clumsily working, but he patiently advised us and didn’t show any signs of his sighing and groaning.
“He really lets us go about our business and helps where needed and doesn’t get annoyed by our messiness and the bed (which we didn’t feel like moving) that is covered in paint,” we discussed with each other. But the next day he still mentioned in passing: “Oh yes, by the way, I also did the bedroom once.”
Well, I tried to be useful because I didn’t want to just be very good at setting up the walk-in closet and kitchen, and I said goodbye to my dollhouse in De Pijp in Amsterdam, which was quite a task. Luckily, I made it up a bit by handling the catering on moving day.
Just a little about that wardrobe
That’s quite a story. Proudly and with much excitement, I had assembled my dream wardrobe myself, and it was delivered. In 60 pieces, so all the brothers were called in to put it together. It was slightly longer than four meters so that the (guest) bed of 1.60 m fit exactly next to it, but really exactly. What do you think? The wardrobe was 20 centimeters too long. How on earth did I manage that? Not a small centimeter or something, but TWENTY CENTIMETERS. I saw the steam coming out of the boy’s ears, but he remained calm. Well, wardrobe taken apart again, back to Ikea, and exchanged for a smaller size. Wardrobe put together again, and there it stood. Still nice, luckily, just a little smaller (losing 20 centimeters in your wardrobe is a lot, you should know).
Okay, moving day was there. My bed was picked up from my old house and could immediately go next to the wardrobe, as intended. What do you think? I had always slept on a 1.40 m long bed (I had no idea) and so it would all fit perfectly with that (too long) wardrobe. Do you still get it?
I’m just going to cook a lot and I can clean up incredibly well (I’m also very good at making a pigsty , but that’s beside the point), hopefully, I can compensate for that and he still finds me the nicest., “Honey, this is now completely hard,” it said in a text message and then there was a photo. Two bare feet next to a paint tray with a roller and a….
