waiting for “to go”
 
Okay, it’s not clever, but it’s day 32 and it’s the best I can do. What? No pictures? Between working in Santa’s Little Sweatshop and cleaning for Christmas, very little progress to report. I could have shown you the blankets I made (2 Justin Beiber Fever Fleece) plus one other and the little baby reversal sweats with matching hat – but I didn’t take any pictures. I was sewing on Christmas Eve though. Why do things early when you can wait til the last minute.

We did however purchase a toilet. All the Euro ones that would have fit perfectly (apparently europeans have smaller assets than us Americans!) were wall plumbed. So after hours (and I mean hours) of googling, we went with the smallest one we could find – 25.25″ deep. I am not convinced. If you are bigger than an oompa loompa you will probably have to sit duck footed on the head. Hopefully the “new owners” won’t make a grumpy before they make an offer!

The toilet which we purchased on December 22 left Maryland that same day and arrived in Coon Rapids on the 26th. Right now it’s just sitting there. I guess “Nonstop Delivery” is an oxymoron. We are also waiting for the shower doors to be made. I was pleasantly surprised at what the custom price was. I assumed it would be over a thousand, but it wasn’t. And they install and we get exactly what we wanted. I’m nervous as this usually means something horrible is going to happen. Like they made it too short or it won’t fit through the door or the glass wasn’t included.

So the trim is up (shopping for window covering) the light is up (shopping for new light, I don’t like the old one) but technically it doesn’t work. Our electrical problems continue. Now when you turn on the light it trips the ground fault and shuts off. We’ve decided to ignore that for a while until we are both emotional equipped to cope. Shopping for a bathroom mirror (which, is harder than I would have thought). Because I did not have the forethought to move the electrical boxes out further I only have about 19″ for the bathroom mirror. And I didn’t want a medicine cabinet which is what most 18″ are. (More googling hours) And I still need to paint the door, buy towel bars etc. Emerson my have been wrong (gasp) Perfection is the hobgoblin of little minds.

So to answer the few “What room is next?” questions, it’s going to be a while. But I will have to start it in January to make the deadline. I’m worried about the budget as the bathroom was a buster for sure. But next post will have pictures, I promise, even if it’s porn.

While standing in line to check out last week, the woman asked if I needed anything else, I replied “an antipsychotic,” she didn’t think that was funny. Fuck ’em if they can’t take a joke.