With my final final ever (ever) never again apartment renovation at last complete, I took pics of the entire deal Sunday… which I shall post soon, with all the melodramatic before & after picolas. In the meantime, how apropos to post this—on the left, within a month of moving into my new Brooklyn Heights digs, with so much promise—and today, some 12 years later, five renovations later, with that promise… delivered!
After eight weeks, at last, my apartment renovation is signed, sealed & delivered. What started out as a fairly simply cosmetic redo in the living room turned into new hardwood floors throughout the unit, an extended bathroom and—god bless my contractor, Angelo—so many extras to make this joint feel like new.
After enduring this five times over the past 12 years, I must say, this is the first time I’ve blown open champagne to share with my contractor and his son Mike… because it was such a positive experience.
And yes, of course I teared all up while thanking them for so much pristine work as I bid farewell. It’s hard to even imagine mornings without the two of them knocking on door and preparing A’s coffee with milk and 3 sugars…
And now… so many possibilities: sleeping in a bed, opening cabinet drawers, accessing food in kitchen cabinets and best of all, wearing different clothes each day. For the past two months, I’ve pretty much donned a uniform of black jeans and a black sweater (yes, clean undies and undershirt). And now… access to my entire winter wardrobe. Oh, the wonder of it all!
Of course, now comes the grand clean-up and oh what a mess it is. Layers and layers of dust, sawdust, sanding dust, dust dust… One room at a time. Good thing I foster great satisfaction with a rag in my hand. Happy holidays, indeed!
Arghhhhh! It’s one of my favorite events of the year… the announcement of the 2012 Grammy Award nominations… and one of The Smoking Nun’s premiere opportunities to dish about the best of the year in music… and of course, more fun, the horrendous gaffes. Last year it was all about Adele, whom I supported wholeheartedly. This year, there’s no clear leader in the quest to forever mark the best o’ the past 12 months.
As a NARAS voter, I take particular interest in the annual expedition of helping select who wins… but as I’ve stated in the past, in recent years, it pains me that I’m more often voting against contenders rather than piling on kudos.
I mean, Nicki Minaj, critically acclaimed? Seriously? It’s enough to wonder if the Grammy Awards more resemble the People’s Choice Awards.
Stand by for my take on the best and worst… as soon as I can get a grip on my home office, post-renovation. Soon, no really. Meanwhile, read the major noms here. *
Sequestered… That’s my present state, more or less… Yes, it’s that damn living room renovation, which I really should redefine at this point. The actual LR reno is done, and as of the end of the week, new hardwood flooring has extended throughout the rest of the unit, save for the kitchen & bath.
That’s meant moving furniture from one crowded space to another, as well as intermittent loss of WiFi and, egads, my desk, where all good words customarily come together. One more week to go… and meanwhile, yes, oh so good to get the hell out of the house.
P.S. No, that’s not me in the Converse jacket… Hell, my name is Chuck Taylor. That would be redundant, wouldn’t it? Pic in Manhattan along Second Avenue. *
On Monday, friend excursion 2.0, as I met Trix Moose, son Jack and sis Chris for the traditional Ruby Tuesday outing—always a highlight, since a kickin’ salad bar just ain’t to be had in NYC. Didn’t hurt a bit that our waiter Eric was a fetching fellow.
After din din, I was invited to join Trix and Jack—who has suddenly evolved into a high school senior and a handsome 17 year old (I remember when the critter was a roly-poly 9 year old) at their home to decorate the Christmas tree!
That was a spectacular event for meese, since I no longer fix up my apartment in Brooklyn Heights. Now that I’m a bachelor, it’s just not the same to decorate for the holidays for the sake of Abby & Spencer. They’d probably view the tree as a relief post, anyway.
A lovely family holiday celebration, as good as any of the seasonal Hallmark Channel flicks I watched over the past week with my mama. *