You're Not Going to Believe It

Remember my post on the powder room? Remember the progress I made on decluttering, beautifying every single storage space therein? 

Remember my husband's plans to remove the wallpaper?

Well, he's done much more than that! We had a snow-and-ice day yesterday (you know, the kind where they close schools and workplaces), and he gutted the entire room. Yes. Gutted.

D is much better looking

The last time he did something like this (our family room, October 2018), I thought we negotiated a promise going forward: no demolishing sans plan. That is to say, we needed to have our furnishings, paint colours and so on, chosen before we ripped the place apart. Is that what happened? No.

We haven't ordered our new vanity, we don't have our new room colour selected, we don't know if we'll reuse the old medicine cabinet, get a new one or just go with a mirror above the sink, we haven't decided on light fixtures. We do know we're keeping the existing commode.

My husband, God bless him, thought there might be extra closet space to be found behind the wall - and there is - but we don't know what kind of shelving we're going to put in or how it will work to access its deepest recesses.

It's good that I'd decluttered so we had less stuff to find temporary space for, but guess what temporary space we filled? The shelves I had just decluttered in our bedroom closet!

Oh, the joy of renovations. Oh, the joy of spontaneity. 

Almost everything is a mess again. But at least I'm keeping up with the dishes!