Monday, October 24, 2011
Three in The Afternoon
As soon as I became adjusted to the fact that I was an artist and no longer a space planner, an old client jumped out of the woodwork wanting to remodel her laundry room. Being a laundry expert with many years of on-the-job-training, I agreed to look at her space. It was a mess--cupboards crammed with duplicate cleaning products, a closet I couldn't open because it was blocked with her rather extensive and expensive shoe collection, another cupboard crammed with circulars and other junk mail and a floor littered with vacuum cleaners parts, buckets, brooms and mops. The room was a real challenge just to measure. But measure I did, and left with her directive to KISS, keep the remodeled laundry/walk-in pantry simple. She didn't have to say, "Inexpensive." I got it with the word "simple."
And so I've spent this Monday doing my laundry and hers. My laundry came out fine. Her's not so good. "Simple" wasn't all that inexpensive; it never is. Nor was it quick. As soon as I had my designer's hat on again, I started seeing the space totally remodeled efficient, functional and attractive--and of course I had to draw it up and price it to see what efficient, functional and attractive would cost. Too much. I pitched the drafts in the trash and followed the client's wishes, which was no fun at all, no challenge, no big money to be made and therefore, a distraction from really getting my whites as white as I like them.
TEN MINUTE FIRST IMPRESSION:
FIFTEEN MINUTES MORE: