Long ago and far away we unsuspectingly hired a clinically insane contractor to renovate our home. Water under the bridge now, our wounds have been thoroughly licked and nearly healed. What is left is a very unfinished (understatement) master bathroom. Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is to complete it... [edit] ... All I want for Christmas if for someone to complete it for me.
For 3 years how this unfinished thorn has been painfully attached to the side my house. While it has made for very plentiful storage (and a great hiding place for the kids Christmas gifts) the time has come. 1.5 bath no more - we moving on to the big time!
Problem: I can easily make decisions for others . . . it's myself that is the problem. And, while I fancy myself a master dumpster diver and vintage resurrect-or, I am a disaster when it comes to buying new. Let's face it there is so much, too much, to choose from. When I scour my favorite haunts for vintage my choices are limited, I either like it or I don't and besides if I spend $6 on something and end up not liking it, no big deal.
I am thinking tile to fill this baby:
- is going to more than my normal spending capacity and I am terrified of my own inability to decide. Should it be Modern? Classic? White? Beige? Colorful? Eclectic? Unexpected? Common? All would thrill me, there is so much I love (do you look at design blogs? I am tortured constantly), but this little project unlike all the others I take on is far more permanent. Permanent scares the **ahem** out of me. Scare-dy cat no more, it is time to force myself out of a 3 year stall.
I have been to 4 tile places. I have completely changed my mind 6 times, back and forth back and forth. Wanna hear the real funny part? I already own all of the fixtures, lights and facets. All I need is the flooring and tile. Paralyzation.
There are photos and clipping taped all over the walls, folders upon folders of photos and bookmarks of online inspiration on my desktop, pictures on the bulletin board, binders full of clippings. I still can't cant call it.
I was just thinking that if I could arise on Christmas morning and enter this space and magically find it looking like this . . . . (kind of)
well then, and just then, I might really believe!
Go with a classic look with radiant floor heating. ;-)
Posted by: Barefoot Liz | 12/15/2010 at 02:57 PM