CreamyGoodness
Well-Known Member
As I have mentioned in the past, my father-in-law is a marital samarai. While I'm sure he isnt PERFECT perse, I have seen him navigate some relationship waters with the grace of a swan, and I stood mouth-agape in awe.
I, on the other hand, am a blundering clod who once tried to make a food analogy to my wife to tell her how much I loved her. "You're not some crappy shelf-stable cheesesteak meat, sweetheart... you're like a pork loin!" As soon as the words exited my ******* facehole it dawned on me. I ran for the back door and down the stairs into the backyard. Thats all the plan I had. Trapped by a fence, I came back up the stairs, slowly, and took my lumps. I wish this wasn't a true story.
Now originally, she has been immensely supportive of the hobby because it makes me so happy, but she was beginning to feel caged in by all the glass jugs and bottles I had squirrelled around the house. After not one but two projectile airlocks painted a Pollock on our ceiling she got some white paint and repainted the dining room... while I was at a homebrew club meeting. Her patience was wearing a bit thin. We argued, and I knew eventually she would win if something didnt change.
So, when it came to our hobby I enlisted f-i-l's aid. He taught me something amazing. Act like you want something huge and unreasonable and then whittle it down to what you actually want. After some ninja-like negotiating and a little subterfuge I heard her say "lets turn the hall closet into your brew closet!"
As of this weekend I has a space all to myself. I have a rolling cooler I havent done anything with yet, a big shelf full of bottles, and space for all my supplies and ingredients in tupperware and boxes. After SHE painted it ("wet cement" is the color if you care) I heard a giggle. She had put my tannin, energizer, etc. in a flower-shaped box with 6 rounded sides that perfectly fit them. Only problem is it is bright yellow with flowers on it. Small price to pay... and I live in Astoria... so play ball. Pictures will come shortly. What SHE loves is after I show off the mead, apfelwein, carrot wine and the 2beers I have brewing currently I can roll the door shut, leaving my laboratory out of view.
Point of this story? My wife rocks, my f-i-l is a genius and when I post the pics you'll be able to see the awesomeness that is the brew closet.
I, on the other hand, am a blundering clod who once tried to make a food analogy to my wife to tell her how much I loved her. "You're not some crappy shelf-stable cheesesteak meat, sweetheart... you're like a pork loin!" As soon as the words exited my ******* facehole it dawned on me. I ran for the back door and down the stairs into the backyard. Thats all the plan I had. Trapped by a fence, I came back up the stairs, slowly, and took my lumps. I wish this wasn't a true story.
Now originally, she has been immensely supportive of the hobby because it makes me so happy, but she was beginning to feel caged in by all the glass jugs and bottles I had squirrelled around the house. After not one but two projectile airlocks painted a Pollock on our ceiling she got some white paint and repainted the dining room... while I was at a homebrew club meeting. Her patience was wearing a bit thin. We argued, and I knew eventually she would win if something didnt change.
So, when it came to our hobby I enlisted f-i-l's aid. He taught me something amazing. Act like you want something huge and unreasonable and then whittle it down to what you actually want. After some ninja-like negotiating and a little subterfuge I heard her say "lets turn the hall closet into your brew closet!"
As of this weekend I has a space all to myself. I have a rolling cooler I havent done anything with yet, a big shelf full of bottles, and space for all my supplies and ingredients in tupperware and boxes. After SHE painted it ("wet cement" is the color if you care) I heard a giggle. She had put my tannin, energizer, etc. in a flower-shaped box with 6 rounded sides that perfectly fit them. Only problem is it is bright yellow with flowers on it. Small price to pay... and I live in Astoria... so play ball. Pictures will come shortly. What SHE loves is after I show off the mead, apfelwein, carrot wine and the 2beers I have brewing currently I can roll the door shut, leaving my laboratory out of view.
Point of this story? My wife rocks, my f-i-l is a genius and when I post the pics you'll be able to see the awesomeness that is the brew closet.