Apart from a pretty short punch list, we seem to be near a new bathroom. A sconce isn’t working, the dimmers are in the wrong place, the shower doors are still being thought about by a glass door contractor from — wait for it — Montenegro. But one piece that we still have to decide: where do towel rods go? The walls are so pretty (painted “Blackened,” a Farrow & Ball color) and the tile looks so nice, I kind of wish we didn’t have to have them. But we do. Somewhere in here:
We already bought two of them (brand is called Valsan, which sounds like a prescription for chlamydia) and we have to tell Ted where to put the dumb things.