Psst. There’s still time to vote for my bacon and enter the Saunders Farm giveaway!
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We’ve booked our movers and are now looking for someone to take over the lease of our apartment. If you know of anyone who’s looking for a recently renovated 2 bedroom apartment that’s walking distance to Westboro and all kinds of amenities (groceries, LCBO, bank, AMAZING dog park, bus route etc) please let me know! It is a very nice apartment. Truly. There is a floorplan and more info on the District Realty website if you’d like more details.
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So, yes. The reno! It’s slowly winding down. The fellows are at the finishing stage more or less: painting, patching, working on the closets. Appliances are coming on Friday, and some light fixtures were hung today – like our gorgeous ceiling fan – which we bought at Northern Fan.
I am glad it’s all coming to a close because I’ve just about had it. (Related: How is it that some people ENJOY THIS STUFF?)
I had a bit of an episode last week. Shall I set the scene?
It was lunchtime and I was already weary, both physically and mentally. I’d driven halfway across the city to Lowes for the express purpose of picking out our cabinet pulls and knobs.
The selection was dizzying yet I wasn’t able to find The Perfect Pull at first. My head was starting to spin.
Sidebar: Mark and I had grand illusions of going to secondhand shops to buy vintage knobs and pulls, but as I stood there, looking, drowning, I knew there was no frickin’ way I was going to do that to myself.
I knew what I wanted. The kitchen hardware had to be dark, but not too dark. It couldn’t be too busy or fussy or ornamental, but not too simple or modern or contemporary. The questions in my head were many: Should the pulls in the kitchen match the interior door knobs and hinges we have everywhere else? How will the black look against our white cabinets and dark counters? Should I get a different colour or style for the dark island? Should I get different ones for the bathroom cabinets even though they’re the same colour… but wait, the floor is different so maybe…
Gah. I counted out the right amount of knobs and pulls and placed them in my cart. And then I went back to look at the display again – had a change of heart – and put them all back. And then I picked different knobs and pulls and counted them out again into the cart.
I agonized over geedee drawer pulls for much too long. An hour? More? Regardless, that time is forever lost to me and I don’t know if anyone will notice or care what I picked out.
THEN I went into the bathroom decor aisle where I lost the will to pick out toilet paper holders. (Satin? Chrome?)
I drove to the house and carried my bags of pulls into the unfinished kitchen. The place was full of workmen; painters, carpenters, kitchen guys. The floor was getting prepped. I was going to put the bags down somewhere and just leave but I thought better of it. I returned to the car, popped open the back, and dumped the bags out and spread them all out. I wanted to count them, again, to make sure.
Guess what, the numbers were off. I almost cried, thinking about how I’d have to go all the way back to Lowes to return the extra pulls I managed to grab by accident and buy a couple extra knobs that I somehow managed to miss.
I stared at the sorted piles in a kind of depressive paralysis/horror, and it wasn’t until a few deep breaths were inhaled and a few more were exhaled that I realized that my tally was actually correct. I had momentarily forgotten that I had indeed picked out slightly different pulls and knobs for the upstairs vanity.
Sadly, this process is revealing to all (including myself) that this whole process has turned my brain into a sieve. Will I ever recover my mental faculties?
Yesterday morning, for example, I received a phone call from our site manager asking us about lightbulbs. It seems we purchased and delivered 90% of our fixtures but FORGOT to buy bulbs.
I can’t believe it either. See? Brain. Sieve.
Lor’ help me. I can survive this. I know I can.
