Let's hope for tomorrow. We're waiting on the granite man. Once the countertop is in, my daughter and I will spend an afternoon debating paint colors, then arm-wrestle over who gets to paint, but we'll do Delaney's big reveal of her new bathroom before the finishing touches. It already looks FAB-ulous.
When we started the job, we all thought we could just re-install the existing toilet. Yesterday morning I stopped by the house before work, to drop off the towel bar, shower rod, light fixture, and cabinet hardware for the vanity. The old toilet was standing in the garage, in the bright morning sun.
Oh, fuck no, you have to be kidding! All these years I'd owned that house, I'd never really noticed that the fixtures weren't a real white. It's not white, it's that 80s era bone white. Not the same thing at all.
Now, if the toilet didn't stand RIGHT NEXT TO THE TUB, I would have been able to shrug this off, but they are directly next to each other, and remember, I see things with a picky buyer's eye, and that would have bugged the hell out of me as a buyer - Ooh, pretty updated bathroom, with pretty new undermount sink, pretty new tub, lovely tile, new vanity, brushed nickel details everywhere, and... the toilet ...doesn't match. Unacceptable.
Called contractor. He was on his way to Lowe's anyway, to pick up random pieces he needed. He said he'd shop toilets and call me back with prices and options, and I bought a throne over the phone. So we now have one of those fancy "dual flush" toilets - my daughter was particularly delighted that the "heavier flush" option is Number Two. (It's done in fancy Roman Numerals, but still, it's Number Two.) It was on sale and cost half as much as I'd mentally adjusted my spreadsheet to accommodate, and now EVERYTHING in the bathroom is brand new. It was meant to be, obviously.
And I got a call this evening from the nice young man who fixed my AC when it died while the remodeling was going on (yes, my homeownership expenses are endless). He does re-screening on the side, and I kept his number for when I was ready to re-screen the balcony. It really needs it this season, there are holes big enough to admit really big bugs, not to mention squadrons of mosquitoes. Turns out he's doing my downstairs neighbor's screens this Saturday, and said he could do mine as soon as he was done with hers, and he'd do my balcony for $200 - even less than the original quote, because he'll have two jobs back to back in the same place and just have to walk upstairs. He uses a nice quality screen (he'd left me a sample months ago) and it really needs to be done, so, hey, It's Only Money - and these are all things that Had To Be Done, and that phone call was uncanny. I'd just been looking at a quarter sized hole in the worn out screen and thinking it really needed to be done before the serious bug season hits, and, hey, my phone rang! The Universe wants my house to be bug free this summer.