My DIY Story
I have to liken my DIY nature with my sense of direction, either you have it or you don’t. It baffles me when someone gets lost while looking for their car in a parking lot, or if they don’t know which is north, east, south, west. “Head west on …” and you get a blank stare, really? But I have come to realize I just have a good sense of direction which comes naturally.
Until recently, I have NEVER identified myself with the term “DIY’er” but in hindsight I have tried to “do it myself” for decades. For example, Nick’s first birthday cake (he’s my oldest child), I wanted it to be AMAZING. So my sister and I decided to take a cake decorating class at the local community center to learn how to decorate a cake and I have to say I decorated the heck out of that cake! I made two in fact, his smash cake and one for our guests to enjoy.
As he got a little older and needed his haircut I shuddered at thought of paying someone to cut my baby’s hair, I’ll do that myself too, thank you! His first haircut was cringe-worthy and a passerby surely thought he was sickly from the sporadic hair patches all over his head but with all things, practice will make perfect. By the way, I still cut his hair and he’s 18 years old. Countless more projects over the last 19 years of being a wife and mother of 3, but Nick graduating High School last June was what spurred me on to redo our basement so he could move downstairs and gain some independence.
Lately it seems DIY’ers are getting a bum rap. A lot of people are opting to do and make things for themselves and not hire a professional or go to a specialty store to buy what they need. Ultimately, that store owner and that Licensed Professional are essentially professional DIY’ers. They no longer have to wear that label because they have put the hours and hours of hard work necessary to call themselves a professional or specialist.
Does a DIY’er, with no formal training put in any less hours of work and research to hone their hobby or interests? My guess is no. The difference is, we don’t get paid to “Do it Ourselves.” We have to carve out the time to spend those same hours and hours of research and trial and error, to essentially teach ourselves. It is an arduous journey, I would know.
Naming my blog DIYGirlCave was my hope of letting the reader know in a few words the blog’s premise. Ultimately, it’s not just about remodeling our basement or a bathroom or being handy around the house. But more about evolving as a person and continuing to challenge myself and learn new things. My hope is that I will inspire my children to never stop learning and become a student of life. Whether their aspirations include being a “white collared professional,” a “blue collared worker” or a fledgling artist, my one true hope is that they become a master at something they love and we will be there to support them 100% of the way!
Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back– Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth that ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.
So that’s my DIY story, what’s yours? I’d love to hear what inspires you to just do it yourself!