We love DIY; that’s for real. (You know that already, because this blog.) But every now and then, we’ll run into a project where we find ourselves spiraling downhill, wasting time and arguing way, way more than the, uh, normal amount. Accusations fly, something will inevitably shatter in to pieces, frustrations grow, and pretty soon you’re wondering if it’s 5 o’clock because I could use a beer right about now!
And at some point along the way, you remember to cut your losses and move on.
On a side note, I had an amusing conversation with a friend this past weekend; she’s always said that she gets a kick out of the quirky banter between me and Scott – and by ‘quirky banter,’ I really mean strong, opinionated disagreements. (It’s out of love, really!) These two are a stubborn bunch, but can I just say? I appreciate the way that Scott challenges me. Most of the time.
In this particular case, I’m talking about our doors. Remember when it took us a day to install just one? (Which, by the way, swings beautifully!) But then we still had four more to go? Excited to just get on with our lives – and gain a bit of privacy while we were at it, let’s be honest here – we decided to just hire it out. This decision, of course, came at the price of a bit of ‘quirky banter,’ in which we weighed the pros and cons of cost vs. time, our current growing list of would-love-to-dos and can we afford it?
But! If you figure that it takes us a day to install one, well, the math checks out that it would take us a good four days to finish the job. Not to mention that one of the doors needed to be shaved down, one of the doorways needed to be raised and another one needed a couple more 2x4s installed for a perfect fit. All of that sounded like our idea of a terrible time, and after a handful of phone calls and quotes (some outrageous, some so-so), we found Harry. He charged by the door (as opposed to the high hourly rates we’d been receiving), was ridiculously fair, and he had every last door installed in half a day.
We’re still far from being finished, but man, Harry was worth every single, shiny penny.
What are the jobs you’ve found yourself saying no! to DIY?