Too... many...choices.... Aieeeee!
My head hurts.
I went to The Great Indoors and Expo Design Center yesterday to scope out bathroom fittings, as I'm finally doing something about the holes in my bathroom walls. And I figured, hey, as long as the walls, ceiling and floors are getting redone, why not look at new fixtures?
Big mistake.
Do you have any idea how many options there are? Many of them are pretty ridiculous/insanely expensive/just plain wrong, but that still leaves dozens, if not hundreds, of possibilities. Too many. How can you tell which faucet will improve the value of your home? Which cabinet style? And towel racks -- what about towel racks? Arghh.
I wandered around in a fog for most of the day, ODing on cunning bathroom vignettes. In the end, I couldn't take it -- when I got home, I immediately called a tub refinisher to just redo the bathtub I have now. I can't take all the choices available. I may try to look at sinks and cabinets, but not for a little while. I need time to recover.
And I'm going to go with white tile on the floor. Plain, simple, white tile. Why the hell are there 26,000 varieties of white tile? Gah!
It was a bit of a suburban weekend for me -- on Saturday, Wendy and Dean and I went out to the Kane County Flea Market. I'm looking for a new dining room table and chairs, but there was nothing there I couldn't live without. Wendy bought an eight-foot-long work table, which we jammed into the car between the seats -- I was kind of hunchbacked toward the end of the ride, and I was completely isolated from the others in the car. Also, the sellers had apparently stained and/or polished the table recently, and it exuded fumes the whole way home. Traffic was bad. We knew we were in trouble when Wendy said "My tongue has gone numb." By the time we finally got back to the house, we were all pretty woozy.
My head hurts.
I went to The Great Indoors and Expo Design Center yesterday to scope out bathroom fittings, as I'm finally doing something about the holes in my bathroom walls. And I figured, hey, as long as the walls, ceiling and floors are getting redone, why not look at new fixtures?
Big mistake.
Do you have any idea how many options there are? Many of them are pretty ridiculous/insanely expensive/just plain wrong, but that still leaves dozens, if not hundreds, of possibilities. Too many. How can you tell which faucet will improve the value of your home? Which cabinet style? And towel racks -- what about towel racks? Arghh.
I wandered around in a fog for most of the day, ODing on cunning bathroom vignettes. In the end, I couldn't take it -- when I got home, I immediately called a tub refinisher to just redo the bathtub I have now. I can't take all the choices available. I may try to look at sinks and cabinets, but not for a little while. I need time to recover.
And I'm going to go with white tile on the floor. Plain, simple, white tile. Why the hell are there 26,000 varieties of white tile? Gah!
It was a bit of a suburban weekend for me -- on Saturday, Wendy and Dean and I went out to the Kane County Flea Market. I'm looking for a new dining room table and chairs, but there was nothing there I couldn't live without. Wendy bought an eight-foot-long work table, which we jammed into the car between the seats -- I was kind of hunchbacked toward the end of the ride, and I was completely isolated from the others in the car. Also, the sellers had apparently stained and/or polished the table recently, and it exuded fumes the whole way home. Traffic was bad. We knew we were in trouble when Wendy said "My tongue has gone numb." By the time we finally got back to the house, we were all pretty woozy.
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