Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
– E. B. White
Such is the lesson of the middle bedroom.
Twenty-five years ago when we purchased this old 1917 (fixer upper) house it came with lots, I mean – LOTS, of problems. Problems that we didn’t have the money at the time to fix. One of “the problems” old asphalt roof that leaked and did some serious water damage to the middle bedroom.
It wasn’t until 2006-2007 that we finally had the time and money to put on a new (metal) roof. You can read about the roof saga here, here, here, here ,here and here — this last post is worth reading because it talks about who we are and where we are because of choices made
Until then, we lived with a blue tarp covering the whole left side of the house. Of course, not only did we live with a blue tarped roof, we also lived with the unsightly middle room. That room was certainly an eyesore and a disorganized mess ( thanks to friends always giving us books, yarn and fabric) The middle bedroom became like a storage unit serving no real purpose but to store “stuff.” That room left us fit to be tied.
We all knew this room needed some serious help, but Jordanne was the one who kept the most faith of us both. Faith that one day we’d find the time to fix it up. Year after year, she would go into that black hole of a room and whip that mess into shape – boy, did it give her grief! Slowly and oh, how slowly, the mess was sorted out into a decent order.
Me, well, I have to admit I oftentimes throw up my hands in despair. The room was a disaster! So much stuff, no place to put it and, oh, that horribly huge water mark and peeling paint – yuck! It was a room that we didn’t like friends to see, but then again why should folks judge you from appearances? This was definitely a room that tried tested character. In fact, the whole house and yard is a testament to hard work and the DIY spirit.
Overtime, we were lucky to get some second hand furniture and even a sewing machine so we put it in the room with plans on one day transforming it to a multi purpose craft/music/library den
A lesson in all this: It sometimes takes years to see a vision fulfilled. After the seed is planted, it takes time to bear fruit. It doesn’t happen overnight. And it takes faith that it will produce after all.
Just as 2010 was coming to a close, the time had come for the eyesore to be transformed. With not much work to be done in the garden, Justin got on board which really helped us gals. Couldn’t have done it without his help. Thanks buddy!
After over a decade, within a few days, the room has had its cracks filled, peeling paint scraped and a new coat of paint.
Like kids in a candy shop, we are bugged eyed with creative ideas. Like to use the room for knitting gatherings and now we (and others) can easily access our library of books so perhaps we can have reading or lending thing going. Lots of ideas/plans that’s for sure.
There’s still lots of organizing to do – yarns, fabrics and sewing notions. Not to mention need to scrap up the hideous linoleum because there’s beautiful wood floors underneath – just takes some time and lots of elbow grease!
So as I sit on the sofa knitting a few rounds on a prayer blanket for a friend with the soft afternoon sun glowing across the freshly painted walls, I remind myself that it can take a couple days to transform a room but character is built over a lifetime.
Definitely a real life lesson in patience, perseverance and faith.