…to the place with no bathroom. Or kitchen. Cathy and I are here in the Blue Ridge, poring over tile, cork, glass, stone, wood and blueprints as work begins on the kitchen, bath and bedroom renovation of Rich’s and my mountain home. It’s a lot more fun having Cathy along than Rich for this part of the trip; I know for certain Rich would not have the patience to spend hours at the tile store and then go back repeatedly while I obsess further. The thing is, this one needs to be just right.(You have to be nuts to design a kitchen around drawer pulls.)
The budget for this renovation has it’s origins back at my little lake cottage in Michigan, Wit’s End. When that had to be sold as we moved to Chicago, proceeds were set aside for this last house, our final home, my dream kitchen.
Although demolition is done, we’re already two weeks behind schedule because of the snow and ice so I may have to camp out and use the portajohn come May. I WILL plant my first kitchen garden here this year.(Is it too soon to dump a load of manure in there?)
For now, I choose colors- the kitchen, the color of the mountains, one bathroom like autumn, the master bath with some iridescent and brilliant Spring green tile.
Windows. How big, how many can we incorporate on the west side? Heating and cooling: if I’m going to be hot or cold at this stage in my life it’s on a beach or mountain hike but not in the comfort of my home. And it has to be clean, green and energy efficient. There’s a lot to consider here. Not the least of which is the view.