Tearing down the house

I was planning to take a picture of the bathroom before we began its transformation. Unfortunately, while I was at work today, my husband decided to tear off all the wallpaper and take down the slightly cracked mirror. This is relatively typical of him. Those of you who have met me and Grant would probably be surprised to hear that he is the impulsive one of the family, but it would be the truth. He's the guy who decides on major purchases in a heartbeat; he's the one who starts projects when I am still in the planning stages and he's the one who decided to make a pass at that girl on the Internets (that would be me...just in case you were concerned). So, I could take a picture now, but all you would see is walls and cabinets.

I think I have chosen the base colour. I have a shower curtain that I love, love , love in a muted garden pattern of mauve, green and taupe tones. I think the walls will reflect the mauve. I haven't completely decided if I am doing a plain paint or a faux finish, although I think it will stay plain. The cabinets will be ivory with an antique patina finish. We are replacing the mirror, the sink fixture and one of the towel racks. I may or may not try painting the counter.

But none of this is happening this weekend. We have the Christmas Tree Lighting at City Hall Friday night, the Santa Claus Parade on Saturday and we are seeing George Carlin on Sunday. Busy, busy, busy. So, we will have to manage for a week in a stripped down bathroom.

Damn. I just realized I am going to have to convince him to put the mirror back. I have no place to put on my makeup. Men just don't think these things through!