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Mayhem in My House

I am overwhelmed. We are having some work done in our master suite—new floors, new shower, new countertops with new sinks. I came home one day to find the old sinks carefully set among the landscaping rocks, and for a moment I contemplated keeping them there. What do you think?

We have had builder types in and out of this house for weeks now. Currently, there is one guy putting down the floor, one guy doing odds and ends, and two guys stripping the treads on the stairs. Earlier there were two guys delivering mattresses, and they all knew each other from way back. I felt like I was intruding. Yesterday there was a plumber, and the day before a guy installing marble counters. There is so much dust in my house, I have to step outside just to catch my breath.

Well, at least the cats are enjoying the drop cloths and leaving their tracks all over the place.

Comments

dive said…
Hoorah for Mike and Tiger!

I think those basins would make pretty cool planters, Robyn.
11:19 AM
Mrs. G. said…
In the spring I would plant some geraniums in those babies...I'm sure the neighbors would love it.
3:16 PM
Terroni said…
I think the sinks should stay--nodern art.
7:19 PM
Terroni said…
opps...that should have said, "modern" :>
7:19 PM
Anonymous said…
Yes, good modern art - at least the rocks are lovely. And I clicked on the photo of the cats - the b/w one is so gorgeous and looks so much like the Tiger Jim cat we had (a stray who used to come every night but has disappeared, only to be replaced by a grey fluffy one with white paws and chest blaze).
I do admire you Robyn, doing such extensive renovations right on Christmas. I would love a "makeover" for our bathroom. It's coming next year, I'm told.
10:47 PM
Gina said…
I rather like them there. They look very arty.
2:05 AM
Anonymous said…
Turn them into a water feature.
9:53 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Ya gotta love remodeling Robyn, It will be worth the trouble when it's all done.

we had our kitchen ripped out a few years ago, luckily in the summer so we did all the cooking outside on the grill. In my case I designed the kithchen myself and had a contractor build it. It was great seeing my ideas come to life.
12:23 PM
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