I prefer to buy one or two things, start the project, realize I don’t understand the project, watch a couple more YouTube videos. Go back to the hardware store. Buy some things I had no idea I needed. Return to the project. Fuck something up. Go back to the hardware store to fix or replace my mistake.
You don’t need a cart when you spread it out into 3-4 trips.
Drywall mud is nothing compared to tile grout. That shit knows you’re terrified the second you step in the store. It’s laughing at you while you stare at the various bags on the shelf, knowing that you will inevitably mix the wrong amount of water and end up with a thin-set mess and uneven floors. A grout float? Hah, good luck aspiring DIYer, the only floating you’ll be doing is in a bath of your own tears after you realize how much you hate tiling.
True. I had to tap out at a half-tiled shower stall before I realized that I am hot garbage at cutting tile. Fortunately, the handyman we hired did a bang-up job, and was tipped substantially for the effort. But I never made it to applying grout myself.
I prefer to get halfway through a project, lose interest, and leave the materials in a desolate corner where I occasionally glance at them, think about how I could definitely finish said project for several weeks, while also finding something else to occupy my interest.
I prefer to buy one or two things, start the project, realize I don’t understand the project, watch a couple more YouTube videos. Go back to the hardware store. Buy some things I had no idea I needed. Return to the project. Fuck something up. Go back to the hardware store to fix or replace my mistake.
You don’t need a cart when you spread it out into 3-4 trips.
Where is the crying
Shh, only in the truck when you are all alone. You can’t show weakness to the materials.
Spirit levels can smell fear.
So can drywall mud.
Drywall mud is nothing compared to tile grout. That shit knows you’re terrified the second you step in the store. It’s laughing at you while you stare at the various bags on the shelf, knowing that you will inevitably mix the wrong amount of water and end up with a thin-set mess and uneven floors. A grout float? Hah, good luck aspiring DIYer, the only floating you’ll be doing is in a bath of your own tears after you realize how much you hate tiling.
The trauma is real.
True. I had to tap out at a half-tiled shower stall before I realized that I am hot garbage at cutting tile. Fortunately, the handyman we hired did a bang-up job, and was tipped substantially for the effort. But I never made it to applying grout myself.
Crying is implied
This is how I ended up with too many smoke detectors, one of which was haunted.
Is there a nocontext community on Lemmy yet? This belongs there.
I think the extra smoke detector was just making noises because it felt left out.
Are you me?
Always plan for an extra hardware store trip. Always.
I prefer to get halfway through a project, lose interest, and leave the materials in a desolate corner where I occasionally glance at them, think about how I could definitely finish said project for several weeks, while also finding something else to occupy my interest.