Up until this point it has been a slow and steady pace. Methodically tearing things down to slowly build them up again. And then all of a sudden, it’s a sprint. Everything is happening at once. All the craftsman are fine tuning the details of their particular craft to deliver their finished product: paint, tile, electrical, plumbing, carpentry, cabinetry, floors, and more. Controlled chaos. And now, everyone wants your opinion, your input …. if you are there. If you are NOT there, they have no choice but to do what they think is best. And for the most part I do want their opinion, but I also want the final say. As I told my contractor – nobody can get inside my head – don’t even try…..it’s way easier to ask me what I want.
And even when we are all there: me, my husband, the contractor, the sub contractor, the supervisor of the subcontractor, and oodles of others on site, if you turn your head for a minute, things still happen that were not intended to. Happy Accidents (which is the subject of another blog) but sometimes we call it rework. Like when the sabal palmetto trees were installed. We were all there, within feet of the operation, and they managed to plant one slightly off center of the window. A few mimeing gestures later (as the installers did not speak english) and the palmetto tree was relocated to it’s intended position.
So as we enter this phase of the project and I am surrounded by beautiful camellias my Daddy cultivated and grew, I am reminded that our renovation is just like growing a camellia. It’s slow and steady until it’s time to bloom then BANG! You get a burst of energy from the plant to product a gorgeous bloom, only to slowly wait another 11-12 months for it to happen again. Thankfully, when we are done we won’t be looking for another renovation. But enjoying the camellia garden, and this particular bloom named “Henny” for my grandfather who lived in this house for over 30 years.