I am always surprised about what is unfinished in people's homes. I should start off by saying that there are several "unfinished" elements in my home. My room is a good example, not satisfied with off the shelf, it can take me years to finish decorating a room. I don't want to go purchase it all together (comforter sets don't work for me), but I desire to assemble it all over time...things get reinterpreted. My black and white prints from France: enlarged and copied onto parchment-looking paper. Pieces of fabric folded and placed over the top of my chair...but not really sewn or finished. Life happens with a bit of a fray around the edges and it comes together. Just about when it is finished, deconstruction starts to occur, or newer items replace older one: a souvenier from Uganda replaces the Scottish ones from a decade earlier.
So, I'm currently house/petsitting and the item that spawned this post, glared at me from the ceiling: four plaster patches of varying rectangular size on the den ceiling. The house is finished otherwise, but this spackling is looks like it was just put up. No sanding. No paint. Which makes curious as to why this repair even exists in spots about a foot from each other, random sizes and arrangements in relation to each other. Water leak? Nah, the bathroom is in a different section. Ceiling lighting? Not in that pattern...any other ideas...not really. I think that I shall have to ask the owner when she returns.
And we won't even start to talk about my bathroom...I'm not sure if it is on the reconstruction or deconstruction path...
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I'm going back in time, so hopefully you revisit your old posts... Unfinished is a very stimulating word for me. I am unfinished to start, of the places I can go with that fact... But I don't want to, I want to talk about my physically unfinished life, the myriad of projects I start and seem incapable of finshing, my pattern plagues me... I teem with ideas that I am constantly haulting other projects to begin and they are all doomed to be _unfinished_.
I have an unfinished room too, indeed I see myself as existing in a perpetual state of unfinished, it would only be fitting that every area of my life would reflect that. Perhaps I am not alone?
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