I was flipping through the blog the other day and I saw the pictures I posted when we bought the house. The one of Bun's bathroom caught my eye. It's not a room we did a lot to. At all. But it looks so much better, so I thought I'd share - after all, it's where we are spending a lot of time these days, as the master is 100% out of commission...what's that? You want updates on the progress? Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm just dealing with a lot of chaos and mess around these parts and my head is not on straght. Next week I'll show you the demo and the current state of the state.
And for a good old fashioned blog-land before and after (okay, almost blog-worthy, what's up with the height difference? were it so that I had the time to care...):
It's a true testament to the power of paint, a gallon of Clorox Clean-up, and some fancy new chromey things. And the removal of all things MDF. Perhaps that was really the key.
I still would like to redo the floor. It's in fine shape, but it's not my style. I would do a larger scale (maybe 2" diameter) marble hex tile. With a bit of blue and honey in it. I think that would be very nice. And it's on the list along with a new, bigger tub. Way down the list, but it's there. Call it the faint beginning of a 2016 list. (That sound you hear is JWH groaning is utter agony.)
Ok, so I whined a bit here about choosing tile and countertop material. Decision fatigue is real. And it can be debilitating. Or you can just close your eyes and point and call it good.
So, we ended up with:
Ceasarstone Misty Carrera countertop and shower threshhold
Matte white penny round shower floor
Honed carrera marble subway tile shower walls
View Nero 12 x 24" floor tiles
Nothing shocking there...
And, in terms of the actual vanity, this was my inspriration photo:
But when rendered for my actual dimensions it looked blocky, perhaps because I do not have enough wingspan for it to really shine:
So I looked around a bit and found a revised source of inspiration:
(yay, a source! pacificcasa)
And that, folks, is where we have landed. It will be walnut. I still need to choose stain and finish, but that is the one place I can turn to JWH in all this. He cares not about tile or counters, but when it comes to walnut, he is a man with firmly held convictions.
Hey, yo, we're getting a tax rebate this year for going green! Woot!
Right. Drop in the proverbial bucket, folks. Things have gotten spendy here at Holiday House 2 and I'm feeling the pinch, the pressure, the stress. When Tom Hanks laughs like an idiot when the bathtub falls in The Money Pit? Totally not overacted. Dead on.
But, we will get 30% back on the install of our skylights. So, yay! Taco Truck on me, peeps.
Why the rebate? Because they're solar. No wiring, no electricity, but the big 'ol sun powering my fancy new, intergral shade Velux babies.
Why the new skylights when the others, remarkably really, did not leak? Well, when doing the roof we figured why the hell not. This may have also been before we were knee deep in rotting fascia and had yet to come to our senses as to what things actually cost...but, I digress. They are fabulous. I need to paint the trim...and I'm ot 100% sure I love how they trimmed them out. But one step at a time. I'll get there. Maybe not until 2015, but it will be addressed!
Oh, and the big super pluses to these new skylights?
1) the kid can open and close them with the fancy remote
2) they have a rain sensor so no more turning around to drive by the house and crane our necks out the windows to try to guess if the skylights are open because it suddenly started sprinkling on the windshield as we got onto Memorial Drive...
The fancy remote:
This is the source of my ongoing pain this week. Choosing a vanity top and shower threshold. I had specified Ceasarstone since I want something smooth, nice and impervious to all stains and such. And so I got samples.
On the left you see Misty Carrera and London Gray. On top of the marble you see Frosty Carrina. The only one that comes in honed is the Misty. And it's the best match for the marble, too.
So what's my beef? At night it looks drab. Gray. Dull. The Frosty one looks better, more like what I had in my head. But it does not match the marble. It's got more of a blueish white base. And it only comes polished. The designer says I should go with the Misty Carrera, honed.
I'm going to see a sample of that and then just decide already. It's not like it really matters once it's installed. It's not like you walk into your bathroom every day and inspect the vanity top. Right?!?!
Ok, so this morning we had the kick-off meeting for the bathroom reno. Construction starts 48 hours from now. Ha!
And, also, the tree trimmers were here this morning. The back neighbor had scheduled it and warned me, but it was still a surprise to find a giant woodchipper running out front when I wandered back up the path from dropping the kid at school. The side neighbor had told me to "trim away," so I took a giant branch off her tree (which overhung my patio). My patio is resplendent in sun. And my Japanese Maple has a new chance to grow up and not over. Yay for all that.
And then? Then there was a guy weeding my beds. Yeah, we have gardeners. The condo ladies hire them and I had suspected that they had been told to venture into my yard when I saw my daylillies cut back. I'm down with that. I know that the old owner forbid it and that all are happier that we are more cooperative. But why today of all days did he decide we should meet? Perhaps because he was effusively happy about the branch removal - oh, how the hydrangeas will love that sun! Okaaaay. So we chatted about my desire to plant something on the other side of the house to cover the AC compressors. He's on it! And then I mentioned my plan to make the patio bigger and edge it with cobblestones like the other ladies have. Turns out he's the man for that, too. So, you know, send me an estimate*.
Meanwhile it turns out that the plumber for the bathroom reno will be on site Wednesday am, and that is the same day I need the kitchen disabled for the countertop demo: happening Thursday. Luckily, he's willing to add the kitchen sink to his docket that day. Yay! But really, I need to slow my roll. It's getting a little thick around here.
*I am insane. Or perhaps just enroute to insanity.
Waaay back when I told you that the first thing I was going to buy for HH2 were these coat hooks.
And I did, I did buy them. And what's more, JWH totally, lovingly even, sanded them and waxed them to perfection. They do not, people, come out of the CB2 box looking anything like usable products. They are rough, faded, and sort of rustic.
I'm not a fan of crowded coat hooks in entryways, nor am I fan of most coat hooks in general. But, so far, this is working out. The coats, when it's full, look ok and not a total mess, and when empty it looks like art. Well, not art, but something. Craft perhaps.
And, perhaps most importantly, it works for us. It's nice to have someplace to drop your things. I put a little Flor rug down too - one I actually bought for the office, but after failing, failing, and failing again to find an entry rug that did not catch on the bottom of the door, I decided to move this rug there to see if the Flor tiles were a slim enough fit. They were. And then I just left them there.
I have that basket because somewhere in life the Bun was taught to remove shoes upon entering a home. She did not learn it from me, but I go with it. And her shoes go in the basket. And by "go in the basket" I mean that I pick them up off the floor an put them in the basket. A million times a day.
I told you last week that I already started shopping. Hate me. Don't care.
I also have a Christmas list of my own out there. And this wallpaper is on it.
The powder room needs love, and this paper is that love. It will be so great.
Other house-related things on my list?
JWH, take note.
Since it is the single most expensive thing we've done (yes, topping even the boiler and AC compressor), you'd think I'd be so thrilled that it's over. And I am, I really am. I like the new lighter, gray-er color. I like knowing the leaks are over. I like that there are no more men on ladders outside my bathroom at 8am.
But the mess they left behind is a little more than frightening. The eaves. Oh. My.God. The eaves. Bob, the roofer, had told me "cover things in the eaves for there may be falling debris."
This image is blurry because I was shaking and crying (kidding). And I didn't go back for a re-shoot because I am pretending this situation does not exist (truth). I'm just overwhelmed. All three attic spaces look like that. It's inches deep. Inches. I'm not even sure how to clean this up...and the insulation guys are coming in early November...so there is a deadline here...
Pray for me, if that's your thing. Curse with me, if that's more your style. But when your roofer tells you to "cover things" go out and get a godddamned industrial tarp, people. Do it.
You may well have noticed that from my breakthrough on bathroom layout:
To the final layout:
That something was the window. I had always assumed I had to steer clear of it, so I was putting the toilet in front of it, or having people at the vanity stand in front of it. But, now? Now I'm gonna stand naked in front of it every gosh darned day.
This is a picture of the picture the contractor provided to show me how this is going to work. It's a window in a shower that has a tiled sill and surround and has a glass shower door over the window. Ours will be frosted!
Pretty cool, right? I'm sure you are as excited as I am to see this happen in real life.
The other thing to note is that we moved the closet door. Yeah, I felt that having it offset would hide any mess if it was open (or nonexistent, as the case may well be). I also felt like it would be grander to see a piece of art or something at the end of the hall, rather than more doors. The hall is already door-heavy: den, office, Bun's room and master-turned-linen closet. And there will be bifolds for the laundry closet. So, let's just have a little wall, ok. It will feel nice, and calm. Follow me to the master bedroom wing, won't you? Yes, it's just down the hall here, toward the painting, take a right...
Like there there will ever be cause to utter that sentence in real life?! What would that circumstance even be? I'm my head I hear like a weirdly zen tour guide, as if this was Neverland and we had all paid $15 to see Micheal Jackson's weird shit.
Nothing weird in here, folks. Just a few cats licking themselves on the windowsill. Totally norm.