A few nights ago I was asked by a friend if I wanted to be on Trading Spaces, a TV show where they use one thousand dollars to ruin a room of your choosing. Call me cynical, but this article shows a lot of folks who were less than thrilled with the changes made to their dwelling places. One lady sold 99% of the additions at a yard sale. Another said she “absolutely hated the partitions and the color.” What boggles my mind is that both women said they would do it again. One even said the experience was a blast, right after saying how much she hated it. Strange.
I must admit, some of the complaints made me chuckle, but only because it didn’t happen to me. Susie Molnar expressed her distaste thusly: The red satin curtains chosen by designer Hildi Santo Tomas were better suited to a brothel, and the walls were the color of baby poop.
If you liked that one, you’ll love Jessie Stephens’ reaction who, after stating she didn’t want brown walls, entered a cocoa-walled room and wrestled her neighbor to the floor saying, “It is not funny, it is not funny.”
“I just kind of went a little crazy for a second,” she concedes.
I would argue that her crazed state lasted for more than a second. It started when she consented (or requested I should say) to have her home modified by a head-in-the-sky-baby-poop-color-liking-utility-lacking designer who thought it would be simply divine to foul up her house with the stench of their craft.
Then again, I could be wrong.