If I had a Twitter acount, today’s tweet would have been: ”Why do home makeover shows always make me cry?”
Since I don’t have a Twitter account, however, I can also add that it used to only be Extreme Makeover, Home Edition”, that made me cry, and it used to be because of all the sad stories getting (seemingly) happy endings.
But no more.
Now I get weepy-eyed for everything that contains a paintbrush. It doesn’t matter if it is a surprise makeover, a 60 minute-makeover, a “how to get more money for your house when you are about to sell”-makeover, or even one of those “your house is now so cluttery that you need professional help to sort through it and because you or a loved one has finally sought it with the help of a television show, we will reward you with new furniture and wallpaper”-makeover.
There really are a lot of home makeover shows out there, and one might wonder if perhaps there are too many. The real question, however, is why in the world I watch them all when they only make me cry. It’s not like I have a house I can makeover…