I think I’m becoming a binge-watcher. Well, perhaps more accurately, a binge-recorder.
Lately I’ve been DVRing multiple episodes of TV shows in a row. I recently got hooked on the home improvement show, “Fixer Upper.” Now in its fourth season, I had never seen it until a few weeks ago. (I didn’t discover Downton Abbey until its fourth season either—what’s up with that?) But I digress.
Each episode of Fixer Upper draws me into the thrill of watching Chip and Joanna Gaines transform a dilapidated, outdated house into a show-stopper worthy of a cover on Better Homes and Gardens. In the process, I’ve learned a lot about the latest trends in decorating. (I confess, I had never even heard of shiplap before!)
There’s only one problem. When I turn off the TV and look around my house, dissatisfaction creeps in. I notice the outdated color pallet, the so-yesterday oak cabinets, and the cheap countertops. I begin to envision what my little fixer-upper could look like if Chip and Jo got a hold of it.
But my life’s “reality show” will not include a visit from the Gaines’. Even if it did, I know that the results wouldn’t bring me lasting contentment.