No . . . not the projects. Rather, a remodeling project that took roughly three times longer than was promised. I began thinking of it more as a lifestyle change than a remodel, what with boards and tarps covering the hall carpet. What with all my toiletries tucked away in various boxes and me living out of them for ten weeks. What with men climbing in and out of my drawers—wait, that doesn’t sound right—in and out of my cabinets all day long.
But it’s finally winding down. The cleaning crew just left, taking ten weeks of tile shavings, granite fumes and carpet dust with them. Okay . . . so there are no lights yet or knobs on the cabinets. And there’s no glass door on the shower. But all those things are on their way and should be here and installed by the end of the week. And then finally I’ll have some undistracted time to myself when I’m not either waiting for a crew of worker dudes to show up or sharing my space with them.
You’re probably thinking: “how spoiled can one suburbanite get?” To be remodeling a bath during these times of economic turmoil when I’m lucky to even have a bath to remodel? And I’d totally agree with you! What room do I have to complain? And the answer is . . . none.
None whatsoever.
So I’m not going to. I’m just going to share what it’s like to FINALLY have some peace and quiet in the sanctity I can call my own.
It sounds a little like this:
Ommm . . .
I kid you not! J
P.S. Pictures to follow shortly.
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