Nicole Curtis, how do I love thee? Let me (un-ironically) count the ways.
One, you wear lots of makeup and false eyelashes while doing heavy construction work.
Two, you have super toned arms.
Three, you have long, wonderful mermaid hair.
Four, you make everything you do look so easy.
Five, since I started watching your show a few years ago, I have wanted to be you.
Lo! Now that I have a rundown house that needs lots of rehab, I have the opportunity to be you! Or to be just like you. Except…
I tend to look like this while doing reno work.
I have weakling noodle-arms.
My hair tends more toward “tangly-and-witch-like” than “blond-Little-Mermaid.”
I make everything reno-related I do look pretty much the way it feels for me: Awkward. Tedious. Difficult.
Bah. I wish I had a dollar for every time someone (namely my husband) says, “Damn you, Nicole Curtis!” while watching me drive us into yet another house-project. Because if I did I could hire a contractor to do all of this.
I was the first to advocate for the move. I was the first to suggest, “Hey, Manny — rather than rent a house in Savannah, why don’t we buy a place?” And every time I put on a pair of safety glasses, *that look* comes over my face and they all know: She thinks she’s Nicole right now.
(Notice the full-blown crazy face I have going on in this pic.)
And she ain’t no Nicole.
I love you, Nicki — fake eyelashes and all.