Memory is fine-china fragile: this is both a good and a bad thing. A good thing because sometimes certain things are best forgotten quickly.
Having builders in is a case in point. No matter how good a contractor is, who doesn’t long for the day you get your house back to yourself. On account of: the noise, the erupting-volcano like incessant lava flow of dust and just, you know, the generally hassle of it all.
I have obviously forgotten the inconvenience of having a builder in, just before Christmas, because I am once again doing some more work to my house. The bathroom is the current project.
I originally had something quite simple in mind but I was seduced, by smart-looking room sets in a bathroom supply shop, into the idea of having a wet room and getting fancy stuff such as LED lights behind the mirror … The project has grown like Topsy. And the work is taking weeks, which given the size of my lilliputian bathroom is akin to the construction of the pyramids taking eleventy-nine centuries. However the guys working on it seem painstakingly particular and that is most definitely a good thing.
I am committed at this stage: there is no way back. But I am semi-stressing that my bathroom is going to look too ‘done’, too hotel-y and such a look is just not me. So, I am feverishly trying to think of ways I might soften it – plants, pictures, rubber ducks even …
Anyway, I may well end up totally loving it when it’s finally finished. And if I don’t, I know, from previous work I’ve done on other places I have lived in, that if it is not wholly in tune with my psyche there are always tiny tweaks I can stamp on it that will make it my own.