You know how in high school there was always a group of mean kids? The ones that picked on people for no reason in particular, other than just being hateful? It could be over the smallest things: the way someone wore their hair that day, or that they didn’t have the coolest shoes on, or just the fact that the person was too tall, short, skinny or fat.
Making others feel bad made them feel good. Well, I hate to say that … some people just never grow out of that bullying phase.
You all know them, the boss that gets a kick out of belittling her staff, or that friend that makes nasty remarks to someone and then says “just kidding” when you know she’s not.
Well when you’re a blogger, occasionally you get someone who feels the need to knock you down a notch and be horrible to you because they are hiding behind a computer screen.
Now would these people have the guts to say these nasty things in person? Most of them probably not.
The projects bloggers post are ones we spend hours, weeks, and sometimes months killing ourselves on. To then have someone come on our site and leave horrible, insulting comments about these projects can really just suck. Would they like me coming into their homes and telling them their newly redone kitchen is “ugly and a circus clown could have picked better colors”?
We are all someone’s wife, daughter, sibling, or mother. Would they want someone speaking to their family members the way they speak to us?
Now I’m sure you are saying that we are putting ourselves out there to be judged, and you would be right. Do I expect everyone to think every one of my projects are as awesome as I do? No way. Everyone has a different opinion and likes different things. Do I get all bent out of shape when someone says “Oh I love that table, but I think I would have liked it better a different color”? Of course not.
I read tons of blogs and not all of their projects float my boat, but I simply don’t comment and go on my merry way. I don’t ever feel the need to leave a comment that will hurt their feelings or disrespect them.
Now I’m not saying I get nasty comments on a regular basis … luckily I have awesome readers like YOU that pump me up by telling me super sweet things and keep coming back everyday to visit me.
But every now and then I get the comment like the one down below:
For a point of reference, this is the project he was commenting on:
Now why Rick feels the need to take time out of his oh-so-busy day to leave me a novel about how horrible he thinks my table is beyond me. There are tons of people out there that are “wood lovers”, and that is totally fine. I love a lot of refinished pieces too, but my site is totally not for them.
So move on then.
There are thousands of sites out there that do nothing but refinish wood projects. He simply could have hit one simple button and been on to something else. Instead, he chose to say degrading things and try to make me feel bad.
If Rick knew me at all, he would know that the last thing I am is lazy. I spent weeks sanding down and refinishing the top of that table, then painting the bottom and the chairs; I then distressed all of the pieces, and used a layer of dark and then clear wax, and then buffed the entire piece by hand.
One thing Rick is right about is that I do like it, and I damn happy that I get to live with it. I have had more offers to buy that dining set than any other piece I have finished.
So, Rick, if it makes you feel like a big man to insult people … than go right ahead. My biggest annoyance with your comment now, is that I made any effort to respond to it.
Moving on to to a happier vibe … while I was at Haven, the unnamed child helped me with this next project.
I picked-up this frame at Michael’s in their clearance section.
I spray painted it a high gloss black, and then topped it with a spray clear coat.
A few weeks ago, I went to a yard sale where I found a ginormous box … full of wine corks!
The lady said it was 23 years worth of wine that she and her husband had drank. Although for all I know, it was 3 months worth of wine drinking, but either way I had a lot of corks that I was pretty happy about.
Topher cut out a piece of wood for the back. Then the kiddo started hot gluing wine corks all the way around the perimeter, and she just kept moving further inward until the entire surface was covered.
(PS. please don’t tell Rick about the painted wooden chair…)