Dealing with the “after” shock
There’s something addictive about makeover shows.
The difference between the “before” and the “after” is always deliberately exaggerated so that both viewers and home owners are left swooning as room after room goes from drab to fab.
Such is our insatiable appetite for the big reveal, shows are popping up in every format imaginable, from teams preparing dud properties languishing on the real estate market for sale to organising a do-over for someone who really deserves it.
But sometimes I find myself wishing that they had just left the house alone, or at least been a little more selective with what they kept and what ends up in the overflowing skip bin.
In the tradition of someone’s trash being someone else’s treasure, I have been known to start yelling at the TV presenter as they talk about ripping out the original 1950s pastel fittings in the bathroom or tearing up the vintage floral carpet in the living area.
Worse still, because like the rest of us media types, television crews have finite deadlines to work to, often the new look has been so hastily installed, corners have been cut in both style and execution.
Some of the overseas shows are so extreme, you can see the home owner trying to conceal their horror as their home has become unrecognisable.
People in the building industry tend to find these shows frustrating too because they make it look as though you can completely and expertly remodel a bathroom, kitchen or backyard in a matter of days when in reality it takes several weeks at least.
Still, who can resist those moments when the screen rolls over from the old room to the new?
Perhaps in the end we only have ourselves to blame.