Totally relate to that “demolition crew in fur” vibe—mine was a squirrel, but same chaos. I used to care way more about keeping the original plaster perfect, but after that winter with drafts sneaking in everywhere, I’m all about sealing up the hidden stuff. Character’s great, but not when it comes with a side of wildlife.
Yeah, I hear you on the “character” thing—sometimes old houses just have a little too much personality, especially when it comes with teeth or claws. I used to be a stickler for keeping every bit of original trim and plaster, but after patching up squirrel-sized holes and chasing drafts all winter, priorities definitely shift. Curious—do you ever find yourself second-guessing if you’ve sealed everything up, or do you just trust your work and move on? I swear, sometimes I’ll be lying in bed at night wondering if I missed a gap somewhere behind the walls...
Yeah, I hear you on the “character” thing—sometimes old houses just have a little too much personality, especially when it comes with teeth or claws.
I get what you mean about lying in bed, replaying every possible spot you might’ve missed. But honestly, I think there’s a point where you just have to trust your process and accept that perfection isn’t realistic—especially on a budget. I used to obsess over every draft, but after a while, I realized chasing every tiny gap can get expensive and exhausting. Sometimes “good enough” really is good enough, at least until the next big project rolls around.
Sometimes “good enough” really is good enough, at least until the next big project rolls around.
Totally get this. I used to stress over every uneven line or paint drip, but after a few renos, I realized most people never notice. If it’s functional and looks decent, I move on. Perfection’s overrated.
I get what you mean, but I’m still stuck on the “check it three times” phase. Maybe it’s just my personality, but if I see a crooked outlet cover or a patchy paint spot, it bugs me every time I walk by. Drives my partner nuts because I’ll redo stuff that’s “fine” to everyone else.
That said, I’m starting to realize you’re right—
. I spent like an hour fixing one tiny tile in the bathroom and literally no one has commented (or probably even looked at it). Guess I’m learning to let go... slowly. Still, there’s something satisfying about getting those little details right, even if it’s just for my own peace of mind. Maybe one day I’ll be able to walk past a slightly uneven shelf without thinking about it. For now, though, the level stays out.most people never notice
