While in Oklahoma where hubby was on a temporary job assignment, we told a friend there that we planned to renovate our home here in Louisiana. Our friend responded with, “I’d rather stick a pencil in my eye than renovate.” Ouch! That scared us but we went ahead anyway. Believe me when I say his words have come back to us over and over again during the past year.
My A post was about taking action and I shared my long list of projects. One of those projects was turning our wet bar into floor to ceiling book cases. We’re really bad at our house when it comes to flat surfaces. We pile things on them. You can see here what I mean. We just pile things ... higher and higher and higher. Okay, I pile things--not hubby.
The contractor and his boys had fun tearing things out. They weren't shy about slinging their sledge hammers. Within moments we had a blank space. A few days later--voila! Book cases.
The thing is the book cases never quite made it to the ceiling. And no, I can’t stack books on the very top because there’s no flat surface, but I can hide them IN the top. Every time I look at my beautiful shelves, I become so disgruntled because I know in a few years, I’ll have so much dust collected in those empty tops that I’ll probably be able to grow plants.
What should I have done? Demanded he tear off the top and take the shelves to the ceiling? I’m not that confrontational. Why couldn’t he have done what I asked in the first place? If you ever have book cases built (or anything else for that matter) make certain he understands exactly what you want. Though for the life of me, I can’t imagine why he was so confused: floor to ceiling means … touch the floor and touch the ceiling. Doesn’t it?
Tomorrow I get to tell you all about my contractor. That’ll be a trip. J