I planned to add a tiny bit more sparkle to the Arlington Rooftop women’s restroom. The overall design of the entire restaurant tends toward the masculine so I wanted this area, right off the entrance to the Main Dining Room, to follow the scheme of the rest of the space, only a touch fancier. As if it were wearing jewelry. I found a few perfect pieces, in distressed gold, open and lacy, but not too feminine; to give me just the touch of bauble I was after.
I purchased a matching pair of pendants to hang between the sinks. And I found gorgeous mirrors to compliment them. Or so I thought.
This is my rendering of a plan that is not going to happen. The Agusto Mirrors are from Uttermost. They are skinny and tall, with open metalwork and hints of gold. I found out today that they are backordered until August.
We ran into this problem with the light fixtures for the mezzanine as well. Due to the decrease in demand, Philips, the manufacturer of Forecast Lighting, reduced production drastically. Every style I chose was gone, completely unavailable in the Philips warehouses. And they won’t be produced until October. In China.
And another victim of the economy: this may be old news to some of you, but I just found out Z Gallerie closed in Tyson’s Corner.
Who would have thought it would take 45 minutes, 2,000 questions and 2,000 dollars to order seven interior doors?
I don’t consider myself a working mother. After having no paycheck for 12 years, it is still hard to identify myself as someone with a job. Even though I get dressed and go out the door every single day. Sometimes not acknowledging the fact that I work bites me in the behind. Like today.
It is nearly the end of the school year, and my oldest is on an exam schedule. She only had to go to school for two hours today. My husband was able to take her, but I needed to pick her up. Sure, no problem. I will just run into Precision Doors, which is on the way home, and place the necessary order. I ran in, all right. But it was over an hour before I walked out.
My client and I needed to purchase seven interior doors, each with a different set of measurements and use requirements. Lounel Barnabas was wonderful at helping us sort it all. But in the meantime, my phone was vibrating all over the place with text messages from my daughter wondering where I was. Due to the jacked up schedule, her friend needed a ride as well. I thought I had a perfect solution. Since they were together and it wasn’t yet raining, I suggested they walk to Starbucks and wait for me there.
That didn’t go over well with my husband. He left his work in the middle of a meeting, and drove from Ballston to Woodbridge to pick them up then promptly drove BACK to work.
I’m thinking he’s going to struggle a bit with the fact that she will go away to college in one short year. And I can only hope he didn’t buy his wasted gas at BP…
