The visit from the “floor” man was interesting yesterday. I found out he is a general contractor, and the floor sample and measurement plan quickly became secondary to the larger discussion around what to do about bathrooms, and closets, and fireplaces, and windows, and stair railings….
The list seems endless.
We’ve gone through a couple of remodels before, and the visit with this man was different from the start. He wasn’t trying to sell me anything. I didn’t feel like he was the one with the agenda. He was thoughtful, and listened (which is quite challenging around me when I’ve been mulling over something for as long as I have this and finally get to talk about it with someone who gets it).
A quote — actually several — is due today by email and I’ve been told I can think about all of it, or parts. Again, absolutely no pressure. Refreshingly, he isn’t the one saying that, I’m just realizing it.
Giddy with possibilities, which as far as I’m concerned, is the secret to happiness…I went through the house and took photos of everything. You know. Just in case.
In case we like the quote and work begins. It’s always fun to have before and after photos.
But I can also say that it was to document that the house was completely spotless and organized.
Well, except for the closet.
Clearly, I can only pretend to act like I’d maybe kind of wannabe Martha.