06.02.09

Ta daaaa!

Posted in My Life Is Punctuated by Useless Bouts of Panic, Reno saga at 9:24 pm by jeci

Well, you’ve seen the before shots of the contentious spare bedroom and here we are, a few weeks later, annnnd:

Ta da! Just like in the design shows! (Sigh.)

Anyway, in the spirit of not curling up dispiritedly amidst the rubble of my belongings, let’s focus on the positives of the past week. First, a rather triumphant beginning to the bathroom renovations, with new tiles that look smashing and, even better, that didn’t involve our ripping down or putting up anything. The tiles before in, you guessed it, grimy beige:

And the tiles now, in gleaming white. And also aren’t they cool and funky all big and rectangular like that? Why, yes they are, if I do say so myself thankyouverymuch:

We also got the surround tiled all the way to the ceiling, which makes the room look bigger to a ridiculous degree. When we finally get to the point of putting up curtains*, I’m going to try to see what I can do to achieve something similar with extra long curtains that go to the ceiling or something.

As an aside, eagle-eyed readers will note that our tub is, like, the shallowest tub possible. We’d wanted to replace it with a soaker tub or, at least, a non-stunted tub that doesn’t look like the tub version of a creature missing a few chromosomes. Then we found out what was involved in getting a new tub: first RIPPING OUT THE WALLS (this is where they lost me, to be honest), next shutting off the water for the ENTIRE BUILDING, then cutting off pipes and sautering pipes, etc., etc., THEN putting in the new tub, and finally new walls and new tiles. HAHAHAHA. Not happening. Stunty, shallow tub it is! And that makes me sound more bitter than I actually am, since I’m basically too exhausted to be bitter and am quite simply pleased to be relieved of having to take on another project. I’ve also managed to retain a certain amount of rationality and that whole gong show just for the sake of an entirely unnecessary, (thoroughly and blatant) luxury item? It’s just laughable, really, up there with  complaints along the lines of Chandler’s “My diamond shoes are too tight!”

Anyway, where was I? Positive things. The move that I was so dreading was, indeed, dreadful, and we were inevitably up until the wee hours of the morning frantically throwing things in boxes the way you always are the night before you move. All the same, the cats did cute things that warmed our cold heart cockles. For example, Logan took the time to demonstrate how bookshelves are better off sans books, since they make such nice, cozy sleeping nooks that way:

And all three cats made us feel loved by going to great lengths to ensure we wouldn’t leave without them, namely by climbing into our suitcases at every available opportunity (again modeled by Logan):

Finally, our friends and my tireless mother-in-law gave up their Sunday on the first day of perfect beach weather to help us haul furniture and boxes. And somehow our friends ended up with our camera and between the old place and the new place, they took the liberty of snapping pictures so that we would have surprise shots to ponder, successfully cracking my shit up. To wit:

And that’s all I can muster at this point, lambs. I’m off to bed because, weirdly enough, even though my life is upside down and rather squalid and chaotic right now, I still have to go do that whole job thing.

*Our current window treatments are garbage bags artfully tacked up with painter’s tape.

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