Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Shiplap Love.

Do you ever do something and after your laborious efforts you wonder, "Will anyone actually appreciate this?" Unfortunately, sometimes the creative process does not yield love from everyone-- Meaning, that sometimes we can put our blood, sweat and tears into something that we think is super amazing only to find out that we are the only one that thinks it's cool. In comes my friend Shiplap.

Me and Shiplap were lovers before Joanna and Chip Gaines and Fixer Upper. We have had a long and beautiful love affair. <Although I will admit that Joanna's love and use for it on her show has only strengthened my love for it even more.>

Our current flip house is a hotbed for Shiplap. It's beautiful and ridiculous all at the same time. You could pull off the layers on just about any wall in the house and expose some old shiplap. So, naturally, I want to incorporate as much shiplap as possible into our finished product. And because this was my bright idea, David has employeed me to take on said task.

Tuesday evening yielded some beautiful shiplap but it also yielded some casualties. I.E. I thought my finger was going to fall off.  Okay, I'm being a little dramatic, but the moral of the story is that this process was tougher than expected. I kind of thought I would walk in and start peeling it off and it would just come right off and look perfect. Well, that's not what happened at all. It was actually semi-difficult.

Casualty below. And I had just done my nails. Shoot fire.

Throughout this process, there were multiple occasions when I thought to myself, "is someone going to come and look at this house and think this is ugly?" "what if this look doesn't appeal to everyone?" "what if i have spent all of this time doing this and someone covers it up with drywall?" <My heart will stop>

But then I realized that "art" and "creativity" comes in all forms. This is one way that I express mine. There will DEFINITELY be someone who comes into this house to look at it and thinks the shiplap wall/walls are weird. And you know what? That's ok. That's why they make vanilla and chocolate. But the beautiful thing is that there will be some people who come in and it melts their little hearts and they see the beauty in making what is old new again.

My fingers are slowly healing and I know I will smile every time I walk by this shiplap while we are working on this house. At that, my friends, is all that counts.

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