There were many aspects of this house that were less than appealing to me. The plaster walls were near the top of that list. As far as I knew, I had never seen a plaster wall. Thinking back on that now, I don’t believe that could possibly be true but that’s how far removed the notion of plaster walls was from my consciousness. Right after we moved in here, I ran into a man at the hardware store paint counter and he told me he covered all his plaster walls with drywall to be done with them. I secretly hoped we would do the same, but that would have been a big undertaking and more costly than we could manage with our budget. Not to mention, we had to live in this house during all construction projects with an at-the-time newborn and 2 other small children. So, we have kept the plaster walls. And you know what? They’re easy! The repairs have been simple and we have been able to handle them ourselves despite having zero plaster experience. We have repaired crumbles, cracks, and multiple gaping holes.
There are all kinds of videos to watch and articles to read online about plaster walls. I have read and watched a lot, and the knowledge was nice to gain, but in the end we didn’t use any of those suggestions. We got general ideas and then did it our own way.
This plaster patch is our main repair agent. We have used a lot of it! For the gaping holes, my husband cuts drywall to fit, then plaster patches at the seams to blend them together, I found a spray can texture that matches our existing ceiling texture very well, so if it’s a ceiling patch he sprays that on and then I paint. Unless you stood in front of one of our patches and stared at it, you’d never even know it was there so I’m satisfied with our simple methods. It has been so much easier than I thought it would be!
A spackle repair with a heart in the middle because, why not?
It is December 2008. I graduated college a year ago and had been working at my first post-collegiate full time job for 4 months. I really hadn’t done anything though. I felt in all my life I had accomplished one thing. I was a stellar student-athlete. That’s what my one wild and precious life had consisted of so far. And now I wasn’t either of those. Both my student and athlete careers were over and had been for a year. I needed something new to do but I had no ideas what I wanted to do. So at the beginning of the month of December I made a decision and didn’t tell anyone what I was planning to do. I decided the best way I could figure out something new to do would be to say yes to everything. If someone invited me to do anything, barring it being illegal or against my morality, I would say, “Yes.”
On December 3rd a few of my coworkers asked me to surf with them after work. I had surfed a handful of times before. I wasn’t terrible and I wasn’t good either and that always puts some pressure on. “Yes,” I said to them and out we went. I had the best time I’ve ever had surfing that day. I was good that day. The waves were perfect for my skill level and I felt like I was flying on top of the world. We walked across the street afterward to one of the guy’s apartments for dinner, drinks, and board games. While we were playing games after dinner, one of the guys I had surfed with earlier was seated next to me and he leaned a little closer to me and asked, “Do you work tomorrow?” “No,” I answered. “Me either,” he said, “want to go fishing with me? I was going to go on a party boat out of the marina tomorrow morning.” Complete stranger. Public boat. Middle of the ocean. Other people would be around. I don’t even know his last name! Nothing illegal. I love fishing. You promised yesses this month…. “Yes, I’ll go with you.” The next day I met him at the marina, we got on the boat together, the mate obviously thought we were together. We didn’t sit close together. We talked. Small talk. Didn’t catch a thing. Drove away from each other in the parking lot. I still didn’t know his last name.
Fourteen months later I married him. All because I said yes to a fishing trip 3 days after committing to say yes to opportunities instead of my usual, “No, thanks,” with a smile.
That month was a wonderful experience for me and I haven’t done anything like it since. I’m feeling like I need some adventure again. Do you ever feel like you need a good reason to do something? I do. I often weigh if something is worth the time/effort/organization before committing to it. This year I want to approach opportunities with a “why not?” Instead of requiring a good reason to do it, if I can’t think of a good legitimate reason to NOT do it, then why not?
That question makes me wonder what might happen.