Our "trades" have been working really quickly - we're ready for preliminary HVAC, plumbing, and electrical inspections. Our windows and exterior doors are in. And the plummeting economy has a short-term benefit for us in that the variable rate interest on the construction loan is pegged to whatever Bernacke says. So our interest is unbelievably low on the amount of money we've taken out so far. Of course, the bad news is that the housing market looks like it might just tank and take America down with it into some kind of swirling economic hell unseen since the Great Depression. In which case our final appraisal will be crap and we'll get hit with mortage insurance. At least we'll have somewhere nice to live until the bank reposseses, and then we'll toast the W years with a raised can of malt liquor.
Anyhow, I am continuing blithely along in the assumption that great clouds of dust won't begin to blow over North Carolina sending us West in a sad sack caravan of jalopies so that we can pick fruit to keep our children alive.
Today I continued in my pernicious habit of missing big chunks of work so that we will have toilets and ovens and such to go along with the plumbing and electrical wiring. I went to Eudy's Cabinets out in the country to get samples of my cabinet colors. It was tough - Gunstock, Praline, Pecan Shell, Honeycomb, Merlot, Sesame, etc. And do I want knobs or pull handles. And what color handles would those be. I can see why people get what I've heard called "Choice Fatigue." After awhile, you just pray that someone with good taste will come along and do it all for you. I want my Mom! I have a little bag of samples so I can torture myself some more at home. What if my taste sucks? What if I think it will look great and then people come to visit and wrinkle their noses in poorly-disguised aversion? Maybe I should just paint everything beige and stick with Pottery Barn. But what's the fun of building if you can't insert your own bad taste into the product? Does anyone remember the red wall-to-wall carpets from Michigan, the grass wallpaper in my room in Huntsville (actually - just include everything in Huntsville). Will I be that person? Am I picking out the green avacodo of tomorrow?
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I had a friend whose cabinets were covered in slate like a chalkboard upon which they drew grocery lists, insults, and miscellaneous art. I always thought that that was a great idea. glad things are going well!
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