If you can't say anything nice about someone, sit right here by me. More from the Decorator Show House in Woodside, where I admit that I announced my arrival by tripping over a wooden dog. A real dog would have moved in time.
If you can't say anything nice about someone, sit right here by me. More from the Decorator Show House in Woodside, where I admit that I announced my arrival by tripping over a wooden dog. A real dog would have moved in time.
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Here's a closer look at our bathroom with a few ideas that called out to be highlighted, apart from our general master bathroom overview.
1. Hairdryer drawer with the outlet in the wall, NOT the drawer.
Like many people, I jumped at the photo on Pinterest of a drawer with an outlet inside the drawer for a top secret hidden hairdryer compartment. My builder and electrician were much less enthusiastic, both saying nope, no way, not gonna happen. They had good reason to object: the drawer outlets fail overtime. My electrician explained wires need to run from the drawer outlet to the wall, and that overtime, the connection weakens. Both the builder and electrician had done them for clients in the past, and they have both needed repair. We discussed a bunch of options, but the fail-safe way was to make a pull out under the sink to hold the hairdryer plugged into an outlet in the wall, under the sink.
2. Build a shower niche and corner shelf. The niche is fabulous because it keeps all of our products, okay 80% are my products, out of plain sight. The niche is 22.5 tall, making two shelves 11.25 inches each. Our builder questioned the need for such a big niche, but I have a lot of stuff. Thankfully, the tile guy rolled with it. The corner shelf is to rest my foot while shaving my legs. I honestly had to mention this, calling it the "leg shaving ledge" to about a million guys. Slightly awkward. The corner shelf is 18 inches above the shower floor.
Both the niche shelves and the corner shelf are made with remnants of the marble we used on our counter. The top of the step getting into the shower (not pictured), the ledge at the top of the pony wall, and a second bathroom countertop (see the general bathroom post for picture) were from the same slab. I love how it ties everything together. For the record, I was told by our builder that no one uses marble for the top of the step and that I should use tile, but the tile guy agreed with me, and used the marble. I am so happy with it.
3. Get a medicine cabinet with outlets inside. I cannot say enough about this. I hate having toothbrushes on the counter and this solves that. Our kids are jealous and I can't say I blame them.
4. Heat the floor. We hemmed and hawed over radiant heat for the bathroom, then reluctantly went for it. I am so happy we did. It can be easily heat the entire master bedroom suite, although I adjusted it to make sure only the flooring was warm to my feet. It is the best feeling, and I kind of miss it as the weather is heating up and I lowered the floor temperature again. It's all programmable to peak and reduce at the exact times you want it to.
5. Go with a Toto toilet, but don't worry about sanagloss. We replaced all of our toilets with Totos (Eco soirée in the master, and Ultramaxs in the other bathrooms) and I think they are great, but we paid more for ones with sanagloss, which is designed to help keep the bowl clean. It was not worth the upgrade. Honestly, our old toilets needed less scrubbing.
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We didn't have a master bathroom, which means the before pictures aren't of of a bathroom, but of our old kitchen, where our new bathroom was built. What was a small, cramped kitchen is a large, lovely bathroom. In the photo below, the door has been filled into a wall, and the left side of the photo is where our shower is now, and the right side is where our vanity is housed. The door that became a wall? It's where the toilet sits.
The main wall of our kitchen is now the side wall in the bathroom. The bay window is now a smaller window, the tub sits on the left of this photo, where our range used to be.
Our medicine cabinet hasn't been organized, but make note of the mid-lower thick shelf. It has outlets, allowing us to keep our toothbrushes and Kevin's shaver plugged in, but off the vanity counter.
A vertical line of subway tile framing the ends of the shower, an idea I had to fight for.
Shower niche for shampoo, with a little corner lift for leg shaving.
I love the little niche behind the door and the counter for lovely glass canisters. One holds bath bombs and another holds bubble bars. Having a bathtub (that doesn't scare me) has made me go bath crazy.
I love this tub. It's huge and cozy.
And I love the bath fixture, especially because the middle control looks like it's smiling.
The hexagon tile floor is period, keeping with the overall house design, and it's heated, which is so absolutely worth the cost.
I love our bathroom. I love it not only because it is attached to our bedroom, my first private bath in my entire life, but because I aimed for a relaxed, spa-like bathroom, and that is how it feels.
The architech had drawn more walls - the shower pony wall was supposed to be full length, but with a small window, I wanted to make sure light would spread throughout the room. The pony wall, however, was to be between the toilet and the vanity, but that seemed to make little sense. It would take up space and provide no benefit. The full shower wall was turned into a pony wall with glass on top, and the proposed pony wall was scrapped. There was a wall at the doorway too, to allow the tub to be built in, but I didn't want a built in tub, and again, the wall would take space, cut off light and openness, and provide nothing but extra privacy for the tub. The same tub privacy is gained by closing the door, which is what I do.
Vanity - custom built
Vanity faucet - Rohl, Viaggio from the Country Bath Collection
Vanity knobs and pulls - clear glass, Restoration Hardware
Vanity lights - Chatham triple sconce, Restoration Hardware
Towel holders and toilet paper holder - Chatham series, Restoration Hardware
Medicine cabinet - Robern
Vanity mirror - Sussex pivot mirror, Pottery Barn
Glass canisters - Pottery Barn
Bath bombs and bubble bars - Lush
Bathtub - Zuma freestanding oval tub
Bathtub faucet - Rohl, Country Bath set
Tile - while Manhattan subway tile from Tileshop
floor - hexagon carrara marble tile from Stone Center Online
Window shutter - San Francisco Shutter Company
Wall paint - Benjamin Moore Quiet Moments
Trim color - Benjamin Moore White Dove
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The quick answer was that remodeling was a better option than moving, but the whole story is a little more complicated.
It started in the middle of the night a few years ago, as I stepped on a small toy on my walk in the dark to the bathroom in the back of the house. Our room wasn't a traditional master bedroom with an attached bath, in fact, it was once a one car garage. There was a bathroom closer, right next to the kids' rooms, but I didn't want to risk waking them up. This wasn't how I imagined life nearly at age 40.
Our house started as part of a neighborhood of cozy weekend bungalows for San Francisco families. It was two bedrooms, one bath, a small living room, kitchen, and a tiny one car garage. By the late 1970s, the neighborhood had transitioned into full time residences, and most of the bungalows were adjusted to reflect year round living. The previous owners of our house - remarkably a family with four children - added space, turning the garage into a bedroom, bumping out to turn a side patio into the kitchen, making the old kitchen a dining room, then adding a large family room, a fourth bedroom, and another bathroom. The house was a modest four bedrooms/two bathrooms, but when we bought it, we came from a tiny, 830 sq foot, two bedroom/one bathroom house that made this home look huge.
The house was great, but it didn't feel like ours. We were one mention in the long history that belonged to the house. The giant rock fireplace, cheap wood paneling, and rod iron scones had the signature of the hunter two owners prior to us. The massive gold and crystal chandelier and thriving jade plant were put in by the Chinese national who sold us the house. The house belonged to its past.
When we moved in, now nearly nine years ago, we quickly said goodbye to the sconces, chandelier, and wood paneling. This has always been a good house, and we tried to give it the love it needed, but there came a point when too many improvements were tied to other improvements. We couldn't take out the fireplace without rebuilding the wall and changing the flooring. We couldn't expand the kitchen without strengthening the structure, and unfortunately, we couldn't add a bathroom to our room without major construction. We live on a hill with a view, and while we could have possibly added a bathroom to the front of our room, it would have cut off our view, and it would have required the garage downhill, to which our room now slightly overlaps, to be rebuilt for structural support. It made no sense, which meant for the second time in our house's history, the kitchen needed to move, and again, to an exterior patio.
We did consider moving and we looked around at our options. We found plenty of homes in our range (what we paid for our home + the amount we expected to spend on the remodel), but none were right. Either the location was good, but the house was dated and needed improvements or the house was updated to someone else's tastes, but the location was awful. None had a view or large property like our house does now, which we found is nearly impossible to give up.
We like our location, we love our view and the peacefulness of our laid back, slightly rural-in-a-suburban-way neighborhood, and we weren't ready to go. We weren't ready to remodel, either, but it was my in-laws who suggested it as a solution, back when we thought it was going to be a simple, straightforward process of relocating the kitchen and building a bathroom. That was back before we know about the brutality of the county permitting and design approval process, which ended up changing everything. But that is for another post.
This house is now ours. No longer are we a mere mention in the long history of this house. We put our stamp on it in a significant way. This house flows the way we want it to, and is designed with our needs and tastes in mind. We own this house.
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I'm finally ready to talk about the remodel. People ask me questions frequently and want to talk about it, but I don't. Part is been-there, done-that, part is that is the wound is still a teensy bit open. We love the house, it's incredible, and it will work well for our family, but there is the part where I still remember the downsides of construction. Every day was a confrontation, from tiny things to huge, potential deal breakers, and it wasn't fun. Not to mention, we lived here among the dust heaps, construction tools and debris with little escape.
I could not have done this remodel 10 years ago. I don't think at age 30 - ahem - I could have stood so strong for so long. A friend told me last year that her mother always says, "If you don't open your mouth, you open your wallet." I said that to myself many times during the remodel, that if I didn't speak up, I'd end up paying for something I didn't want, didn't work, or was flat out wrong. Here is a simple fact of construction, and really life: you are your own advocate. No one was going to speak up for us. Many times I'd point something out to our builder, only to have the response be, "yeah, I noticed that, too." What I wanted to scream each time was, "THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?"
See, the wound hasn't healed.
Then there are the moments, when I am sitting at the kitchen island on the family room side, working at my laptop, while dinner cooks a few feet in front of me, the kids are just behind me watching a baseball game, and golden light comes through the slats of of the kitchen shutters and I can see the pink roses outside in the sunlight.
Or there is the morning, when I reach my office early, it's peaceful, and look out at Rocket coloring at the art table, awash in soft light.
Those moments are perfect and it was all worth it to take our okay house and make it something that will work for us long term through the many stages of our family, with young kids, to teens, to someday an empty nest.
This week I'll put a Band-Aid over the wound and begin to talk about what went well, what we'd do differently, and of course, show pictures, beginning with our master bathroom, simply because it is the cleanest room in the house.
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I have spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about coffee tables. It's pathetic, really. But let's discuss it, anyway. It's a smallish spot boxed in by an ottoman and a wall on either side.
There is this, but it's pine and I know those corners will end up in my shins. Once again, it's pine.
Or this, which is a pain-free circle, but it is espresso, when the rest of the room is mahogany. First world problem. The plight of an espresso coffee table in a mahogany world.
This is the one I love, not only because of the name, but because it matches our side table. Alas, it's too big for the spot.
Yes, I have looked at other places, if you mean Crate & Barrel, because I like to limit myself to places where I have rewards.
Unrelated, I bought 36 red Gatorades today. No one at Target batted an eye. It seems like something that should require an ID or Homeland Security questioning.
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WE HAD A PARTY. Or Wii had a party. We invited over our friends - or as Kevin called them, Ninfriendos - for a WiiU party, which was the best party ever and we've decided that all parties should be sponsored by Nintendo because they provided two awesome helpers to run games, keeping everyone entertained, while adults talked and played, and I gave tours of the house over and over again.
I took a photo as we were setting up the food, but then put my camera down and completely forgot about it until it was over. For the locals, the cupcakes are from Sibby's Cupcakery, and yes, they always do fabulous custom decorations without charging extra. (Sibby's didn't sponsor that. We love them a ridiculous amount.)
LEGALLY DRIVING IS OVERRATED. Last month the notice arrived that I needed to renew my license and take a new vision test. Being briefly on top of things, I looked to make a reservation, but the soonest appointment was in April, which helps not at all when your license expires in March. I placed the renewal form in a super awesome safe spot so that it wouldn't get lost, yet that was so secret, I tore up the house today without being able to find it. Hopefully it found the $150 credit from Crate&Barrel that is MIA, and they are both living together in happiness.
Of course, I forgot about everything until this morning when I remembered my license expires Sunday. Online it said the non-appointment wait was 26 minutes, which I took seriously. If Disneyland apps can properly gauge wait time, why not the DMV, right? The line snaked outside of the building, but I got in line and read an entire New Yorker, even the sections I hate, yet when finished, I was only half way closer to my first bureaucratic stop. It took an hour and a half to get a number, officially putting me in line to be served. Once I had my number, it was only about 26 minutes, but by that time, I'd nearly lost my will to live. I'm sure my picture must look like the Faces of Meth because I felt despondent, even though the end was in sight by the time I reached the camera station.
THIS LINE from The Daily Show makes me laugh out loud every time I think of it: TBTF (too big to fail) is the rich man's YOLO. It's funny because it's true. It's also sad because it's true.
THE REMODEL CONTINUES. Final touch ups have ended for the third time. Hopefully that means the painting is over, and I don't come across a huge blob of grey on white or a big spot where they forgot to paint. There are still paint issues, but we need to move on with our lives sometime. Yesterday the drainage work was finished, tomorrow the fireplace guy and the alarm guy return, which leaves only a missing drawer that needs to be returned before this thing is officially over.
I wrote about Mattel complaining that moms are the reason Hot Wheels sales aren't through the roof, and I made a felt clover garland.
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Our builder would have called our remodel complete last week on day 226, I suspect. Yet, with an incomplete drainage project, a missing bathroom vanity drawer, needed paint touch ups, and a fireplace needing tweaking, I don't think of it as over. I'm trying to be patient that it will all come together this week, but I'm not optimistic. The cranky will come out on Wednesday if nothing is moving forward.
There will be better photos with source information, but until then, here are some photos I snapped during a tour for the architects.
While not officially complete, we've already had one party. Let the event hosting begin!
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Just outside of this picture is a kid going through a box of food from last summer, asking, "Can I eat this?" Expiration date check. Deep sigh. Garbage toss.
This place is a mess of boxes and tissue paper that the fire marshall would have shut down had he done his inspection this week instead of last. Good news, y'all: we passed our final inspections! You know the stuff that's borderline code and maybe wasn't included in the original plans that you fret about getting questioned by the inspector, but then he walks right by those things and points out something minor that needs tweaking before your permit is signed off as finished? No? Well, I don't either. That's not our style.
(Right now I wish we'd included some sort of sound barrier between the kids' rooms and the rest of the house. I don't whine and cry when it's my bedtime. Lead by example is failing over here.)
The revised schedule had the remodel ending Feb. 27, and I may or may not have promised to flip out if this went into March. Check the police reports soon because this is going into March. The good news is that it's outside work. The bad news is that they work every day, Saturday and Sunday included, which is a major drag.
The big excitement is that for the first time since early July, we have working closets! The back bathroom shower is no longer where we store our hanging clothes. The kids no longer have excuses to not put away their clothes.
This photo could be titled, "Let's not talk about it" or "I should have listened to my parents and gone to law school." Following a disappointment, a confrontation, an email with big words (the journalism graduate degree was good for something), and a long discussion, some work is being redone.
It's getting lighter earlier, which means I wake up at the crack of dawn. My simple solution was to rush out to Pottery Barn to buy drapes and a rod because waiting for delivery would have taken forever and I'm seriously sleep deprived. But then there is what my friend calls the "big brain" solution.
This is the big brain solution to too much morning light:
Paper over the windows. I bet Pottery Barn never thought of that.
Sigh. I may have to wait until the weekend to get the drapes up.
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Help! I'm trapped in Kevin's office. It's a lovely place to work, but the painters may have taped me in here for good. All furniture is pushed to the middle of every room to give the painters space to work, leaving me feeling cramped. (The electrician put the kids' art table in Kevin's office, and who am I to argue with that? Once we wedge in the turtle tank, the co-op will be complete. Shared work spaces are totally the thing.)
My camera and memory card are taped into my office (the door is being re-painted), so for this update, I've got to work with what I got on my phone.
Living through a remodel is much like camping, and it has certainly brought with it a greater appreciation for every day comforts. Our new bed and mattress arrived last Friday, and every night since, I've climbed into it amazed by how comfortable it is to be in a bed. Mind you, the mattress is rock hard, despite having my kids jump on it, but still, it is so much nicer than being on the floor with only a quilt to keep warm. I love you new, mid-century modern style bed. (The blue spots on the wall are where the painters need to touch up. The walls don't have the pox.)
Our bathroom is finished! Once a door stop is installed later this week, no one but Kevin or I am allowed in. Actually, I take that back because the plumber may need to return. After that, all workers out. (I just realized the bottom drawer is missing in this picture. It's been found and inserted. That isn't the final window covering either.)
This is the picture that would make an anti-government advocate nod and say, "yup, yup." A drain was required on the side of our property...along side of an existing drain. In brief: drama, drama, gave in, fixed it for a ton of money, passed inspection, more drama. We had some issues with the covering layer not having to do with the structural integrity of the drain, but after much discussion, all should be rectified this weekend.
The great news is that we should pass our final inspection at the end of the week, and following aesthetic additions still needed, we are nearly finished. Nearly still feels pretty far away, but the list of what needs to be done is undeniably shrinking. Thankfully.
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