This morning, at roughly 6:23 am, I organized my make-up drawer. And when I had placed the last tube of lipstick in the organizer with the other tubes of lipstick, all facing in the same direction, all with caps and none with smears of lipstick on the outside casing, I smiled into the mirror and quietly clapped my hands together. Smiling into my clapping reflection in the mirror I could not help thinking that today is going to be a great day! Why? Because my make-up is all organized! How on earth could something so trivial leave me so confident, happy and ready to face the world? Simple. The make-up drawer and frankly everything else in the master bathroom has been in disarray for the past seven years. And today the bathroom remodel is complete enough that I can put my make-up back in the drawer.
My husband and I bought this crazy “fixer upper” seven years ago. My original plan was to remodel the master bathroom almost immediately. It was an illogical layout with a door for each “room”…toilet, shower, tub. And the fabricated marble in the sinks was all worn away. But then we got into the house and the kitchen was so “80s” and dis-functional and ugly that remodeling the kitchen quickly moved into the number one redo project list. And once the kitchen was done, we had to redo the main floor powder room so that guests would be comfortable. And then it was Spring and the deck was falling apart so we needed to fix that so that we could spend time outside. And every time any project finished and we looked at the list, something else planned or unplanned always trumped the master bathroom remodel. There was the hail and wind that damaged all the windows on two sides of the house. There was the electrical storm that affected the garage doors and washer/dryer. There was the toddler niece coming for a visit who needed a working bathtub because she couldn’t yet take a shower so we remodeled the upstairs bathroom.
And so, seven years later, the master bathroom was just was it was when we moved in, if not a little worse for wear. Over the years, the jacuzzi tub in the master bath stopped working so I used the space for storage. And with all the remodeling projects, we pilfered doors from the master bath for other projects throughout the house. And I spilled red nail polish on the cream colored tile floor and it stained the grout.
And finally, seven year later, there was nothing left to remodel but the master bath. My husband completed all the demolition last year before his surgery. I bought the floor and wall tile two years ago on sale in the hopes the project would start soon. I temporarily moved all my stuff — make-up, hair care products, accessories and appliances, cleansers, nail stuff, contacts, buffers and such — down to the hall bathroom to share with my teenage son.
My son was a good “roommate” for the first few weeks. He did a nice job keeping the hall bath tidy enough for out-of-town guests. But after a while, I believe it was shortly after the winter dance at school, he slowly stopped cleaning up after himself. At first, he left the stuff he uses to spike his hair open on the vanity counter. Then it was a dirty T-shirt left in a ball on the floor. Eventually the bathroom floor was littered with his size 13 large and stinky shoes and an athletic supporter was left hanging on a hook.
But I’m sure I was no picnic either. My hot rollers or curling iron seemed forever precariously and dangerously plugged in and heating up on the vanity. Feminine products invaded the space under the sink. And the waste basket always had nasty looking make-up removing cotton balls, used tissues or a wad of hair from cleaning my hair brush. (But at least I mostly got these items in the waste basket!)
My husband has recovered well from his surgery and in recent weeks, he’s been strong enough to resume the master bath remodeling work. There was a lot of foundational work: moving water lines, changing wiring and building pockets for a new pocket door into the bedroom before he got to the “fun” stuff…laying tile, painting and installing the vanity.
Installing the vanity is what he worked on this week and last night, the cabinet doors and drawers where installed. And where was I while he was attaching those drawers? I was at the local bath shop buying drawer organizers, of course!
And so, this morning, even before the alarm went off, I took all my things off the shelves in the hall bath and raced back to the new bathroom, the new vanity and my clean, clear and empty new organizers. I removed all the tags being careful to leave no residue. I put all my make-up on the counter and examined each item to make sure it was worthy of placing in the clean, clear and empty organizers. I wiped down some items and discarded some others. And then put everything in its own compartment. And continued filling the drawers with all my supplies. Make-up in the first drawer, teeth and nail stuff in the second drawer and hair things in the third drawer. I carefully closed each drawer, picked up a few bits of torn sticker off the floor, looked in the mirror, smiled, let out a long contented sigh and did my little happy clap of joy.