Now that SFC has seen the finished work at the house, I guess I can share the photos. Lord knows I had enough to say about the whole process as it went on…
I spent a few hours the other day on the hunt. The hunt for a solution to my lighting troubles. And in the end, I was reminded of the value of acting locally and how customer service really makes a difference.
Before the renovation even got underway, I had already purchased much of the materials that would be used. And they sat in the basement waiting. Time went by and piece by piece the materials got pulled out of the basement and installed. The pile of materials had dwindled down until only the light fixtures and paint were left.
The day came for the lights to go in. I happened to be at the house with the electricians and proudly pulled out my sleek undercabinet fixtures. I explained that the plan was for them to be installed in a continuous run the length of the cabinet. The electrician then looked at me and said without so much as a pause, “We’ve never worked with those before.” Uh-oh. So we spent the better part of the next hour looking at the installation instructions, looking at the fixtures, and looking at each other because the diagrams and the fixtures didn’t match.
I called the manufacturer who told me there was a connector available but I couldn’t buy it directly from them.
I’m trying to keep a positive spin on the renovation experience. Most days it feels like two steps forward, one step back. I suppose if I were a different person, I could embrace the notion of each day being a surprise when I get home and not be so disappointed by the disruptions in progress. But I’m not. And I don’t.
I’d say the work is about 75 to 80 percent complete. So why is it that this last bit is so difficult to get through? I’ve spent weeks surrounded by destruction, construction, dust and debris. At the height of all the chaos, when the kitchen and bath were merely shells of their former selves, I had far more patience. As work progressed and the pieces started coming together in the form of floors and cabinets and appliances, the idea of being done seemed to become more elusive and out of reach…which of course, makes me want it even more.
Wednesday was a busy day at 2158.
The tub guy showed up bright and early. Back when the shower tile was being installed, there was a little accident and the tub was chipped. Instead of just letting a professional fix it, the installer tried to cover it up. He might be skilled with tile but he sucked at tub repair. So the contractor had a porcelain guy lined up to make it all better. Since we were going to the trouble of reglazing one part of the tub when the whole thing really needed it, and since I wouldn’t be able to use the tub for two days either way, I arranged for the entire tub to be resurfaced.