Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Talking 'Bout My Renovation

Currently we have the bathroom contractor AND our handyman showing up at the house bright and early every morning. This means I have to be up, showered, and dressed before 7:30. Now, I know that most of you think that isn't that early, and really, I am usually awake and up by 7:15. But the pressure of HAVING to be up and completely dressed is a bit much for me, hardened SAHM that I am.

Yeah, I AM spoiled. What of it?

So, anyway, today I overslept until 7:10. I dashed around like a madwoman and managed to be presentable by the time our contractor walked in the door. He looked like hell. "I'm so sick," he said, standing in my hallway and breathing into my air. "I went home yesterday from here, took some Nyquil, and went straight to bed."

"Well," I said, drawing my scarf over my face, "feel free to go! No rush on that bathroom - we can wait!"

"No, no," he said, "there are a few things I can do today. I'll just work as long as I'm able," and then he headed upstairs to sneeze and cough in my master bedroom for a few hours. He even invited me up there to stand in the tiny gutted bathroom with his virus-ridden self and discuss where to place the medicine cabinet and the lights.

I am so doomed.

In the meantime, our handyman Andy was working downstairs, peeling wallpaper off the few walls Larry isn't planning to tear out. He was there for hours, and I swear it felt like old times, with his tunes blaring away in the basement and Susie running into the den to announce, "That's Andy music!"

See these doors? They took away at least 10 hours of my life.

I spent most of my day purchasing the proper shower doors (and returning the wrong ones we ordered last week), because spending plenty of money every single day is paramount when home renovations are afoot. I'm getting pretty darn good at it, too. At this point, whenever a college brochure shows up in the mail addressed to Brian, we replace it with pamphlets from the tile place or the snooty bathroom furnishings store. You know, just so he knows where the college money is actually going...

Mine, all mine!

And I am ending this post with a picture of the absolutely gorgeous fingerless mitts and Sockhead Slouch Hat that I received at our yarn group's Christmas Yankee Swap tonight. (We were all too busy knitting presents in December to have time for a party then.) I love these with a passion, because - even though I knit many pairs of fingerless mitts a year and even a few hats - I don't seem to actually own any of either.

Also, they look way better than any of the ones I make. True story.








7 comments:

  1. I love fingerless mitts. They're so useful, and even with the tips of your fingers exposed, they keep your hands warmer than gloves.

    Those are gorgeous shower doors!

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  2. I ❤ you!!

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  3. Oh, and I have all of this ahead of me...
    And the hat and mitts are beautiful! Nice exchange!

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  4. Ugh, I hope you don't come down with whatever that guy has...

    I love those doors!

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  5. Cute mitts--and love your post title.
    Sounds like you've got your handyman back in full swing. That's got to feel good.

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  6. Love the title. And, though jealousy is a bad thing, I'm super jealous of your handyman.

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  7. I need some of those for work. My hands are freezing!

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