Friday, December 16, 2011

When tears run dry.

I promised to have only happy things on this blog.
But I'm reaching my limits.

I promised not to discuss anything about the house until it is done.
But all the hiccups are killing me. Very slowly but surely.

I've been having most issues with the lights and kitchen.

The lighting.
First they were short of two lamps that we asked for (and bought), and did not inform us until we travelled from one end of the island to the other to their store.
Then they gave us the wrong lamps.
And the wrong lamps again.
When they finally got the correct ones, one of it looked old and used so quite naturally we refused to accept them.
Now we got to search for others.

There were a lot of miscommunications with the kitchen people.
A lot.
When we thought that the problems were finally rectified, we realised that our worktop and dining table were of a much lighter shade than it was when it first arrived. It just got lighter and lighter.
And the colours don't match anymore.
It looked cheap.It definitely doesnt look like the 5-digit sum we paid for.
I don't know what they are gonna do about it.

When the colour of the wood was of a nice shade, it was way too prickly for the skin.
But when they sanded it down, (and I don't know if it was too much of sanding), the wood ended up very much lighter. And smooth (which I don't mind). And glossy (which I minded a lot).

Why give me a glossy worktop when you tell me that you don't want to give it a glossy look because it doesn't look nice and it looks cheap?
When I requested for help, it was only because the surface was too.prickly.I said I was okay with the slightly rough surface; I just don't want it to be a 'hedgehog table'.
Maybe I didn't make myself clear, but I got more than what I bargained for.

I really feel like crying.
But I can't anymore.
I'd been trying to stay strong and positive in the entire planning/renovation process of the house.
I've been trying to convince myself that everything will go well and go my way.
Because it has been for the first part of it.

Then I got weak.
And everything went wrong.

And you know what?
I really feel like crying.
But those tears won't flow.


  1. *hugs*

    It's frustrating when expectations are not met. This being your first home, I'm sure you wanted it to be as perfect as possible. So I understand all these emotions you have going on. It's completely normal.

    But remember, everything will be okay in the end. :)