Yesterday I got to go to the steel company's workshop and see my stairs. Mostly complete, and needing approval before painting. They look positively f a n t a s t i c. I am giddy. It's beautiful.
 |
| This is the bottom piece. It connects to the other piece forming an "L" shape. |
 |
| This is the landing piece -- my kitchen french doors will open up onto the back right side. |
I asked them to add 2 hooks at the top on the short ends. I don't know what I'll use them for, but it seemed like a good place to have some. The little bench wasn't on yet, so I had some trouble envisioning where garden shoe spikes might go.
Although James denies it, I feel like this project has taken on a larger life than he had planned, and I feel badly about it. All of that to say, I really didn't want to make any change/addition requests. I would like spikes to hang garden shoes on, but golly I just cannot bring myself to request it. And it's so... girly. Such a fine detail... "leave it to a chick to make a request like that..." and so I'm passing. I can always add a little shoe rack out there -- and maybe it's good it won't be welded into place, because, :::laughing::: isn't it a woman's prerogative to change her mind? And welding IS sort of, well, permanent.
Ahhh the Queen of Rationalization reigns once again.
