My husband is a painting/decorating contractor and I was begging to get one of the kids bedrooms converted (they have moved out). Waited and waited and waited. Well, when he went fishing for a week my daughter and I conspired to re-do the room. We gutted it, repainted it, built cabinets and shelves, etc. Was he surprised when he got home. The quality maybe wasn't up to his standards, but he didn't dare say anything. It has gotten him going on other "honey do" list - I think he's afraid I will start them. It's one thing to have my room not perfect - heaven forbid that the main part of the house not be. I guess it's like the old story - the shoemaker's kids go barefoot. My house is the last one to get the attention it needs.