I am an expert at taking simple plans and making them overly complex. I just completely destroy them. Throughout this renovation, I’ve learned that I have a God-given knack for modifying straightforward ideas until they’re unnecessarily complicated and totally overwhelming.
Hey, it’s what I do…we all have our thing.
The latest installment of “Amy blew up this idea” comes in the form of tile. Lots and lots of tile. And wood. And custom glass. And impossible-to-find furniture. I want our entire 82 square foot master bathroom tiled. The whole thing – floors, walls up to the ceiling, behind the vanity, in the shower, around the window, in the closet (oh yes, in the closet). And not with just any tile, oh no. I want pain-in-the-butt-has-to-be-perfectly-straight subway tile with shows-any-and-all-mistakes black grout. Then I want to install refurbished wood on the ceiling because, you know, all that tile is going to look at little institutional.
Ian, of course, doesn’t want to do any of this. And my continued inability to find any vanity that will work is not hindering his premeditated plot to stop the madness. And, in his mind, I must be stopped.
But – ah! I have a vision!
My bathroom design can only be described as industrial rustic meets romantic shabby chic and it’s going to be brilliant. Literally brilliant. In my head, where it currently lives since we’ve slowed our renovation down to a crawling pace, it’s the most absolutely perfect room in the world. And I love it. I just freaking love it.
Three hand-rubbed brass sconces, two 4-inch recessed lights, a custom glass shower with black framing, antique rustic hardware, light cotton curtains under the cabinet, and the infamous double bowl vanity with a honed marble top will complete the look. How can he not see my vision!? If only he could visualize the awesome-ness that is our future master bathroom…
…and completely ignore the nine months it’s going to take us to build it.