A stitch in time saves nine
I used to think that saying meant something about actually stitching the fabric of time, and I had no idea that it referred to actual mending. I guess I’ve always been an abstract thinker, or a very twisted literal thinker.
We’re still waiting for the roof to dry out enough so that we can repair the leak above the bathroom, and get to work remodeling the bathroom. This weather needs to start cooperating with my plans– I find it totally unacceptable that it insists on drizzling right over our house.
One bright side is that this gives Matt and I more time to argue over materials, colors and fixtures. I am trying to convince him to let me clean up the old tub (which is quite good and usable) and shower doors and sell them, so that I can put the money towards a nice old clawfoot tub and hardware.
He doesn’t think that cleaning it up would be worth the effort because it’s so old and ordinary, and that in order to sell it we’d have to refinish it. I looked it over (yesterday, when I was taking a bath) and I can’t see any wear or scratches so I’m not quite sure what he means. I think he thinks that I am not going to have the patience to sell it.
Admittedly we have wildly different tastes when it comes to materials and colors.
We’re like that song; he’s a little bit country and I’m a little bit rock n’ roll punk rock.