We humans usually have some qualms about Change.
Knowing and Familiarity lull us into a state of Comfort.
Routine. Security. Control.
The Unknown is met with Trepidation.
Heightened senses. Alertness. Physical readiness for flight or fight.
Yes, you know all this. So, what?
my kitchen and bathroom are being gutted.
One right after the other.
Nothing makes my heart tremble like the prospect of someone altering my nest.
(Is that a woman thing?......an artist thing?....)
To say I'm stressed is an understatement.
People with crowbars and saws have entered my haven.
They mean well, but that's beside the point.
Yes, those are bare floor joists with ground beneath them.
Apparently, the people with crowbars didn't bring their own 2x4s to block the entrance, so they used my broom and shovel. Does little for my confidence, ya know?
Yes, I'm getting new stuff. (whee)
But will everything work? Visible and invisible?
Will dry be dry and will wet be wet when it's supposed to be?
Will electrical stay electrical and will nailed stay nailed?
Will something be covered up?
Will all my aesthetic decisions work together?
and say it will be alright...
Excuse me while I drive to my mother-in-law's to take a shower. Ahem.
On another note,
Please allow me to ask for your knowledge.
Talk to me about your favorite countertop material!
Do you like corian, granite, or something else?
Any stains? Chipping? Joint seals not working?
Before MY joint seals stop working. :-)
Love & Laughter,