See. I had a plan.
That is the part that should scare you, by the way.
I had a plan whereby I was going to write this really amazing blog about drafts. How to assess what you have when it’s functional and sort of serving the purpose and how to decide when it needs to just be tweaked or when things really need to be moved around, sometimes gutted and a complete renovation initiated. And then I was going to use a whole bunch of before and after photos from my recent bathroom remodel to illustrate the points, because, you know, any excuse to show house p*rn is a good excuse, right?
Well. See. That was the plan.
Then, today, the Universe didn’t really pay attention to my plan. In fact, if you ask me, the Universe woke up really cranky and needed to get laid, but I digress. My plan was to go to the store (um, actually about five stores) (I hate shopping, so I try to do it all at once and then I recuperate for about a year)… anyway, I was going to go get all of the junk I needed to get to finish up the decoration of the bathroom project mentioned above, and other items I needed before my company arrived this weekend. Company which is coming all the way from the UK (via a few other states), but who will be staying with me for four days. I wanted them to be comfortable, and also, we were going to take them all over south Louisiana… and that’s when I apparently kicked the Universe’s puppy or something, because the Universe said, “Ha. We’ll just see about that,” and then it tripped me on a set of stairs, and I fell and went boom. It is a little embarrassing to fall and go boom and total strangers don’t know whether or not you’re laughing or crying (for the record? crying) because you’re making really ridiculous gasping sounds (that would be OW OW OW FUCK FUCK OW) (except worse) (trust me, yes, there is worse).
Everyone thought the ankle was broken, and I was determined that it was only a sprain, because did I mention the walking all over south Louisiana for the next few days? Company? Can’t change plans? Four or so hours and many x-rays later, the doctor proclaimed it a sprain (I think Universe was giggling) and I got a brand new “walking boot” and crutches. My boobs and armpits have already sent a memo: “Oh. Hell. No. We are not using those.”
So, lots of conversations with various parental units (No, Dad, I wasn’t trying to fly again) and I was sitting here thinking, “Hmmmmmmmm, there’s something I was supposed to do today in addition to all of the other stuff I didn’t do today,” and I looked over at the bathroom and then, bam, remembered: blog. Yipes.
It’s almost 2 a.m. and, um, I’ve got not a single whit of amazing left in me. (We are all just going to pretend like I could have written something amazing, ‘kay? Thank you.)
Instead, I’m just going to post before and after photos of our guest bathroom. We started off just stripping the wallpaper, thinking we were going to paint (the walls, and re-finish the cabinets):
These photos were taken sort of “mid-beginning” — after we’d had the wallpaper removed and had picked a sort of lighter shade of green that was pretty, but kinda washed out. Then our youngest son said, “Well, you know, Dad, while you’re at it…” and he pointed out that there was enough space in the room for a countertop with two sinks instead of one, and two would be much better for re-sale, if we ever sold, and before you know what happened, we had gutted everything. Even the tub, which was in good shape (but which got seriously chipped in the wall demo process).
Now… (remember… lots of really good metaphors for draft stuff goes here….) (ha)…
And then later on, um, like, yesterday, we ended up with this:
(All of the paint is the same color–the green in the first photo above. I don’t know what I did to the photos at 2 a.m. to make the interior bathtub ones look browner. oops.)
And while most of it is how I imagined it, once we threw out the old plan (re-paint) and drafted (ha, I slay me) a new idea, but some things were happy accidents… like the wainscot of tile that my husband insisted on, and which the installer made too high.. which in turn affected where the mirrors could hang… which meant that, for someone as short as me, they were going to be too high… which led my husband to think of tilting them, as if they were old fashioned portrait frames, hung the way they used to hang those big old portraits–with hooks (usually on a picture rail) or with bigger hooks like we did here. So he actually has the mirrors bolted to the wall at a slant (the rope is merely decorative to give the illusion of it “hanging” from the hook):
Which has turned out to be my second favorite feature. (The favorite is the tub, I think, which wasn’t even a part of the second or third plan, but was a necessity once the other tub was sort of destroyed.)
And there ya go…. Drafts. Sometimes you can tweak, sometimes you can gut and come up with a much better draft. Sometimes things will turn out exactly how you imagined it, and sometimes you have to punt, re-think, and don’t be afraid to try something new and a little bit crazy. It’s what makes the work yours. Unique. And fun.
To celebrate surviving the week, I’m going to give away FIVE of Allison’s ORIGINAL SINs… which is the first book in the series because CARNAL SIN came out Tuesday. All you have to do to enter is tell me about something in your house you’d like to change and what you’d like to do, if you know. Contest runs through Friday night, midnight CST — and I have to be able to have Amazon deliver to you. House p+rn… tell me about your wish list. 😉