Today we met with our electrician for 5.5 hours. Oh. My. Gaw. I had no idea how long that'd take. And we've built a house before. Is it like childbirth where you forget how painful things actually are until you're right in the middle of it again?
Things like: we need an outlet there, a light switch here, and so on. And, let me just mention Colin has an accounting degree. So. Every. Little. Detail. Is. Not. Lost. On. Him. He thinks about the square footage a light fixture will illuminate ( x 562 or however many it seems like we'll need) while my mind has already wandered off to... hmm.... what type of frosting is my favorite? Is it vanilla buttercream or mocha? Chocolate shavings or a dusting of cocoa?
And let me just say that our electrician is a gem. A real keeper. It's just these darn details. They're killin' me!
How about kerosene? That lights nicely, right?
I am, however, looking forward to selecting the light fixtures. If only that was the only thing I had to do. Sort of like getting to bake and frost the cake without having to shop for the ingredients first.
My favorite lighting is definitely from Schoolhouse Electric. I love how they offer inspirational images. (And that it's made in the U.S.A!) Here's some I love:
And let me confess, as much as the details make my head feel like it's going to pop off, I'm so so so thankful that it's Colin's thing. Thank goodness for my guy. He lights my world.
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