recall my indecision, my hemming and hawing about how to finish our bathroom? It was down to choosing shower and flooring tile, considering colors, patterns etc? I really managed to drag that out, agonizing over the choices, and then being derailed by supply chain issues. Well, last week I settled all of the issues, and placed the order! What a relief!
But. Nope. Yesterday, I got an email from the supplier, to tell me that the flooring order had to be cancelled. Ok. I took a deep breath, went back to my inspiration boards and pages of saved ideas, and spent several hours scrambling to find something new. And I did! I found something lovely, and in stock, and affordable, and not slippery, not porous... etc.
If you are stressed, too, I hope these images help relieve some of the heaviness.
William came with me to the hardware store, and shared some wisdom, his opinions, and his calm. Between him, the hours invested in looking at every tile ever made, and triple checking inventory and stocks in the store, and online... I made another order, and some of it is already being shipped, and ready to be picked up at the store! What a relief... I hope it's gonna stick, this time!
Meanwhile, we are still in a global pandemic (insert that sad trombone.) Some people won't vaccinate. Some people wear their masks beneath their noses. We have had twenty new reported cases from Maria's school, just since Monday, and another notice that she was exposed last week. Thankfully, she has tested negative. Thankfully, we have a few test kits at home, because the school asked her to test before coming back in, and gave us only 12 hours notice, and they don't reply to messages on their "hotline," and their test center didn't have appointments until the 31st. It's frustrating, and I count to ten, and remember that the schools were never designed to be pandemic control stations. Hey. It's not that any one thing is too much to handle, untenable, but the pressure drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa, it's a lot. Thank you for the link, Anna Banana. Thank you for the earworms, Miranda.
Speaking of drips, this upstairs bathroom, had one of the three skylights that we covered over when we put on the new roof, and it leaked, badly. So, now, thankfully, Mike can repair the leak damages, drop the ceiling, add lighting, and get rid of the old fan. The fan sounded like it was grinding thumbtacks! The grout around the tub needs to be refilled, this time with something that flexes. Also, we need a new tub faucet, a shower valve, and to lose the glass doors, which with our hard water look like they are in a dingy fog, and no one wants to spend their lives scrubbing mineral deposits. Honestly, the new lights, even hanging from the unfinished drywall, and taking out those doors, already makes the room feel better, brighter, less gloomy. Maria is leaning toward shades of terra-cotta for paint around the shower room. She wants to gets William's view on this. The vanity and sink area is separate, and she's thinking of painting it Blackberry Jam. Oooh... I wonder what she would think of Tumeric, with Blackberry Jam. Hmmm... no. Too yellow, maybe?