Dear HGTV – It’s Not You, It’s Me {My Open Breakup Letter}
Dear HGTV,
This is very hard for me to say, but I think it’s time for us to take a break. Before I explain further, please know that it’s not you, it’s me. You’ve been a huge part of my life for so long, from the early days of “Flip or Flop” to the glory days of Chip and Joanna Gaines, and now I find myself enchanted by the many spinoff shows featuring couples tackling renovations. Through the years, you’ve inspired countless ideas in me, pushing me to aim for those vaulted ceilings of my renovation dreams, and for that, I am thankful.
But as you know, there’s been someone else in my life all along. While our relationship blossomed, my husband has tried to remain as neutral as our color schemes, even joining in on many of our endeavors. However, we have finally pushed him over the edge – he’s developed what he calls “trigger words.” Mentioning terms like “monochromatic,” “organic modern,” or anything related to farmhouse design now sends him into a panic. Even worse, the throw pillows that we’ve so carefully placed, fluffed, and karate-chopped to achieve the perfect curvature are now verbal punching bags onto which he spews horrible phrases like “not functional,” “in the way,” and “pain in my…” I’ll stop there and spare you the unsavory details.
Therefore, when it comes to our relationship, I find myself faced with the decision to “Love It or List It,” and unfortunately, I believe it’s time to list it.
Honestly, it might be for the best. The bathtub sitting under my carport and the paint permanently embedded under my nails serve as stark reminders of just how out of control our obsession has become. It’s time for me to forget about your sultry shiplap and put aside my lust for the perfect greige.
I’ll always cherish the beautiful spaces we’ve created together. Who knows? Maybe one day we will meet again with a renewed desire for subway tile and reclaimed wood. Until then, may your lighting always be perfect, and may you always find a harmonious balance with colors and textures.
Goodbye for Now,
Lacey
