I’m so darn excited that we are finally taking dominion of this house and wrestling it into submission. At last I will take a visitor upstairs without my usual tour guide routine, “We want to make this into a such-and-so one day.” For years I’ve felt like I needed one of those built-to-scale models under a glass case to prove that we really do have plans. I won’t have to explain anymore that what you’re seeing doesn’t reflect my real tastes (you never thought so, did you?) and that, yes, I realize there is a lot of wasted space up here. All that potential will be manifest!
The project is not that grand, just reconfiguring a series of small choppy rooms into an office, a media room (essential for the husband’s buy-in) and a little wet bar that can be Baptist or Episcopalian, depending on whether the wine bottles are in view. We’ve waited so long to do this – starting back when contractors were too busy to call back, let alone schedule the project – to now, when their best subs are available for work.
So I don’t even care that I’ve blown my sofa budget on a tile backsplash and a fabulous wall-mount faucet (a steal at Mazer’s).
Please overlook the sling lawn chairs you are sitting in, as they don’t reflect my real tastes. One day I want to furnish this room with a linen-covered sofa and a big leather ottoman…