I knew this day would come, but I tried not to think about it.
Yesterday, I stopped by the new house on my way back from Kindergarten drop off, and the garage doors had been installed. Yay, progress! Wait, not yay. These things are locked. And the front door is–also locked!
I peer into the foyer windows beside the door. Is there anything new in there?! Did they come back and paint the wainscoting in the dining/living/foyer? They’d just started to build the mudroom cubby bench and I couldn’t tell from the plans taped to the wall whether they were going to divide the top space into multiple shelves or just one big one that I’ll subdivide later. When will I ever know the answer to this mystery?
And those are just the projects in progress. What about the stuff that hasn’t even started yet? How will I know precisely how much to freak out about the way the floor differs from the way I imagined it when that gets installed?
I’m not ready for this! I was going to take minute measurements of the master bath this week so I can buy materials for the mirror framing as well as picture frames for the art by the tub.
At least I went in over Memorial Day and painter’s-taped out the positioning of the sectional. I ordered it on Memorial Day for the big sale, but also because furniture often takes about 10 weeks to deliver. At least I took in the two master bath knob options and compared them.
I definitely like the smaller, chrome-backed ones (top right drawer).
As I had anticipated, the chrome backing makes them sparkle more whereas the clear ones kind of disappear against the espresso cabinetry. I had thought maybe they would be too gaudy, but their scale against all that wood actually tones down the bling enough to make them look perfectly elegant.
Pardon the cell pictures and the dusty cabinet, but in person, they look fabulous.
Okay, stop distracting me with sparklies. I was talking about the serious matter of:
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY LIFE FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS?!
I’ve been going past the site up to 4 times a day and in at least once. I’m going to have to get a new hobby or something! Maybe I’ll work on my Italian. Maybe I’ll try moping around the house in my pajamas.
Sad face. Very sad face. Goodbye for now, interior of my house. I’ll never forget you. We had some precious moments together that I will always cherish. No house has ever tripled my operatic volume like you, dear big empty house. I’ll think about you every day until we are reunited and wonder, “Who is in there now and how are they screwing you up?”