I'm not one to be picky. One look at my house will prove I'm not picky. I've never sent a plate back at a restaurant, and I'm definitely not one to correct and criticize,
but the addition to my backyard? I am not happy. NOT.HAPPY.
This is my fault-- Jeffro didn't even want what I talked him into. And I should have been out there making decisions and ensuring that what got done out there met my approval, but I am just not one to bust people's chops. I trust too much.
Here's my new patio. I love my rocking chairs. I like what I planted behind the retaining wall.
We are purposely taking a look-see from afar. Because it is a Monet. From far away, it's OK, but up close, it's a big old mess.
PLEASE please, if you weighed in on my patio decisions, and I didn't follow your expert advice, then I do deserve a big ole "I TOLE YOU SO!", but can I just talk you into only a small neener neener? Because I'm pretty bugged about this whole thing--
I'm not saying I'm crying myself to sleep in my big pillow at night, but I'm seriously bugged about the whole fiasco. It wasn't cheap, I don't even know what he squared the patio on, the dude did a crappy job-- the color is like? I don't even know. It's like terra cotta pot out there--
Just go easy on me, okay? I made a big, expensive, hard to fix, BAD choice. Why don't you just give me a paper cut and pour lemon juice on it, okay?
And you know, it's one thing if I go out there and screw up my own dang yard-- but it's another that I paid good money for it to be all effed up.
I need to calm down. Cleansing breaths. Deep, cleansing breaths.
Here. A better picture. My yard, overall, is sooo much less trashy. The flowers have filled out--
I love it at night out there--
in the meantime, I'm going to try to fix the color out there this week, and perhaps add some flagstone to the firepit. Or maybe I'll just throw up my hands and accept it as it is. I don't know. Go easy on me. I've already beat myself up over it enough as is.