The bad news is... I now have a glass-paned door to a bathroom! What on earth was I thinking? The man had it figured out the first time I mentioned replacing the doors, but must have felt the need to let me "catch on" on my own.
I didn't figure it out at The Home Depot. Either time. We had one of the doors already and picked up the second (and third!) one this morning.
Nope. I didn't put two and two together on the ride home either, when the man asked, "Are you sure you want glass on ALL the doors?"
"Poor man." I thought. He doesn't realize that I want all the doors to match. He just doesn't get my "vision."
I didn't realize it while the man was sawing the second door using a jigsaw. What's that? I didn't mention that the circular saw broke after the first door? It did.
No. All I saw in my head were beautiful doors that had little crystal doorknobs; entrances that were going to be vessels of sunlight in an otherwise dark basement.
Genius. I didn't even catch on when the man asked if we should do the room across from the craft room next.
"Um, no. We need to go around the basement, in order!" was all I could say in my very OCD voice. Did he just meet me?
"Okay. It's YOUR money" he said. I always offer to pay for changes to the house that my husband could live his whole life (happily) without making. Sometimes, it works.
Finally, we hung up the second door; my husband weirdly staring at me the whole time... Then BAM. I could see everything our bathroom had to offer.
"Oh no!" I said, because apparently the bathroom door had magically become see-thru.
"Mmm-Hmm" said the man in a look that was screaming "I tried to tell you, you crazy woman, but you weren't listening!"
"I figured that maybe you wanted to see everyone's business." he said, shrugging his shoulders. He looked at the door and then back at me and said, "Anyway, YOU are really the only one who uses that bathroom."
What could I say?
The kids came down to see the doors and only the the middle child was brave enough to ask about the "new view" of the restroom. I could see the man doing his "Yes-I-Know-But-I-Just-Want-To-Go-To-Bed" eyes-closed-nod to the other children, who in turn nodded understandingly at their wonderfully-patient dad.
My next project will NOW have to be...bathroom-door curtains. Dang.
I should probably just give up these silly projects altogether. Hmm.
I would like everyone to know however, that I have at least passed on some sa-weet creative genes to the youngest two, who have their designing down to a science. Whew.
Check out this amazing blanket fort:
I DO hope it has a private bathroom.
Happy Saturday, friends :)