Good morning, friends and followers. Happy Monday! The photo above pretty much sums up my week. After glibly sharing a perfectly executed glam dining room project with you last week, I suppose I was due for a fall. Sometimes being an interior designer is not the bees knees. Everyone thinks its a non stop glamathon with shop fests (while perfectly groomed and chicly dressed, of course), exciting events and general hobnobbing and jetting around. I really don't blame you for having that impression. After all, aren't we experts at creating an image? If you look at our social media pages, this is what you will see:
But the reality is often quite different. Juggling multiple jobs with a million details, multiple clients, tradespeople, vendor accounts, all the while doing the bookkeeping, marketing, accounting, banking makes for a very full schedule.
So, back to the painter's outfit. Let me tell you what happened. I had a super rush project: an ocean front condo that just needed cosmetic work: paint, wallpaper, furniture etc... The client wanted to surprise his wife with it for her 50th birthday. He was very tuned in to her taste and could describe her style in detail so I was confident that she would be pleased with my selections and couldn't wait for her to see it on Friday night when they arrived from New York.
The first thing that needed to be done was the painting. I chose a beautiful pale blue for the living room ceiling, and super white for the shiplap wall and trim. My painter, Bobbie was confirmed to start on Monday morning and would be finished by the end of the day on Tuesday so the wallpaper could be installed by Robert on Wednesday. Monday morning came and went and no Bobbie. After trying to reach him for a solid hour (ok maybe it was 20 minutes, I am not good with time), he finally texted back that he was sorry but the waves were good so he wouldn't be there until they died out. " But I have a deadline" I said sweetly. Nothing. "Pleassssssse. I need this living room painted today!" Crickets. The wind was blowing so hard on the beach that he couldn't hear me. I hung up and quickly dialed my backup painter. Long story short, there was no backup guy available. Here is Bobbie. If you see him around, be sure to shoot daggers at him with your eyes...
What to do.... "How hard can it be?" I thought to myself. One thing was certain: I was not about to disappoint my client. So, off to the paint store I went and did it myself. Hence the photo with the outfit and paint splatters. Well, the show must go on... I did a pretty good job but I definitely don't want to have to paint a ceiling EVER AGAIN! I am considering relocating my business to somewhere away from waves so please contact me if you have any leads in the middle of the country.
Here is the condo living room before:
These are some of the items that I selected to go into the room:
I finished installing everything and was pulling out as they were pulling in. Mission accomplished! She loved it and her husband couldn't be happier. All's well that ends well. Here is the after:
I hope you are feeling better about NOT being an Interior Designer now that you know the real story. Have a great week and I can't wait to tell you about my next project. It is so exciting that I can hardly contain myself!!!!