When the revolution comes...
February 22, 2007 05:04 PM
... I suggest that some of the first people to go up against the wall ought to be spoiled adults who suffer "post-renovation depression." Yes, they are the latest suffering group to be profiled in The New York Times in "The New Kitchen is Done. So Why Can't I Be Happy?"
Let's hear from one of them. Ann Toth (who can't be mocked on the internet enough) told the NYT:
“People said it would be a great relief when it was over,” she recalled of the project that, for a while, had left a huge hole in the back wall of her house. Instead, she said, “there was a huge hole in my life.”
Suddenly, there were no more decisions to make. “I wasn’t rushing to the home improvement store to pick out faucets or paint or drawer pulls. And I wasn’t up at 3 a.m. obsessing over backsplash tiles,” Ms. Toth said. “And I felt empty.” Not only that, but with the renovation complete, she said, “I was in mourning for the possibilities that were.”
What a shallow and vapid woman! Mourning for the possibilities that were.
She's not as vapid as Jill Marquiss though:
Renovating — like planning a wedding or caring for an infant — is “all-absorbing,” said Jill Marquiss, who recently redid the kitchen of her 1920s bungalow in Baltimore. For months, the constant shopping was “a kind of rush, a narcotic,” she said. “When I realized that I had to stop, it was a drag.”
Part of the problem was “suddenly having more free time and not remembering how to fill it,” she said. To her “complete and total surprise,” she even began cooking in the kitchen that she and her husband, Michael Norris, had spent almost a year refurbishing.
I love that "to her complete and total surprise she even began cooking in her new kitchen" bit. Get a life, Jill Marquiss. She further explains:
But the letdown may also reflect a shattering of the myth that a room is more than just a room. “There is a place where I unconsciously believed that remodeling the kitchen would remodel my life,” said Ms. Marquiss of Baltimore. But it didn’t. “The kitchen was done, but I was still me and Michael was still Michael.”
Aren't you glad you aren't Micheal? I bet they spent over 100K remodeling the kitchen, and the best his wife could do when the project was finished was tell The New York Times that "Michael was still Michael." What a self indulgent b****.