Weekend Warriors and Chocolate-Colored Cabinets

Written May 24, 2025

Hello Dear Readers,

Our bathroom is currently undergoing a transformation, one brushstroke at a time. The original plan—crafted by my industrious wife—was to wrap up the project in two months. We’re now somewhere in the middle of the timeline and knee-deep in paint swatches, grout dust, and the sweet scent of determination.

Now, you should know—my wife doesn’t just work a full-time job. She also moonlights as a businesswoman, weekend renovation specialist, and occasional home depot ninja. She insists on finishing what she starts, even if it means trading her rest days for roller brushes and drop cloths.

First up, we tackled the walls with fresh paint. Then came the next challenge: painting the furniture. There was a brief flirtation with the idea of using a compressor and air sprayer, but after weighing convenience against the learning curve, she heroically opted for the good old-fashioned brush.

Tile regrouting is up next on the renovation menu—but only after the furniture gets its fashionable new coat.

And what, you may ask, is the theme of this ambitious bathroom makeover? None other than Alice in Wonderland, with a color palette that leans more Victorian mystery than candy-colored chaos. Today’s mission was to choose between French Silver and Chocolate Express for the furniture. After much debate and a few imaginary sips of tea with the Mad Hatter, Chocolate Express won. Because nothing says “whimsical literary elegance” like furniture dipped in the shade of gourmet cocoa.

Both my wife and I share a love for books, which is why our whole house is slowly turning into a literary wonderland. The dining room is destined to channel The Great Gatsby, complete with Jazz Age glamour. The entertainment room downstairs? That’s reserved for Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea—I’m imagining fishing nets and melancholic vibes. My personal room? It’s inspired by the Cosmere universe from Brandon Sanderson. (Yes, I like my décor like I like my fiction—epic and multi-dimensional.)

This morning, like responsible homeowners fueled by coffee and creative purpose, we hit up Home Depot. We returned with furniture paint, garden soil, and enough mulch to make our front yard look like it just got a spa day. After we got home, I geared up for a 10 km run—because fitness waits for no renovation.

While I was out pounding the pavement, my wife was already knee-deep in the flowerbeds, spreading topsoil and mulch with the quiet intensity of someone who had clearly been plotting this moment for weeks. Every time she returned from her morning workouts, she’d linger by the yard, eyeing it like a painter sizes up a blank canvas. Now I get it—she was landscaping with stealth.

Once the front yard was tamed, she pivoted back to the project at hand. I, in true sidekick fashion, was assigned the important job of removing tiny metal hinges and handles from cabinet doors—because if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s disassembling furniture like it’s a high-stakes game of IKEA Tetris.

Meanwhile, she began painting. There’s something soothing about watching her work—her brush strokes almost rhythmic. She’s always had an interest in programming (self-taught, naturally), and I often think her brain runs on perfectly stacked command lines. Her day is structured like a flowchart—probably a side effect of her day job in process improvement.

But she’s not all spreadsheets and strategy. She paints, plays piano, devours books, and occasionally disappears into deep thought. There’s a quiet balance in how she mixes creativity with efficiency. Somehow, between all this doing, she manages to be. Reflective. Purposeful. Gracefully intense.

As for me? I help where I can—mostly with grunt work and moral support. Today, that meant handing her tools and cheering when the first coat of Chocolate Express went on smoothly. Now, our bathroom cabinet doors are drying in peaceful anticipation of their grand debut.

Soon, the bathroom will be complete—a portal to Wonderland, with neatly regrouted tiles and literary flair. And until then? Well, I’ll keep running errands, running 10Ks, and running to keep up with my remarkable wife.

Down the Rabbit Hole: Turning Our Bathroom into Wonderland

Written March 29, 2025

reviewed 4/5

Hello Dear Readers,

This morning, my wife and I made an early pilgrimage to the sacred land of DIY dreams—Home Depot. Our mission? Paint samples. Our vision? A house reimagined through the lens of our favorite books and authors. First stop on this literary tour? The bathroom. Destination: Wonderland.

Yes, you heard right. We’re giving our bathroom an Alice in Wonderland makeover. My wife has been brewing this plan like a tea party with the Mad Hatter—delightful, slightly chaotic, and full of charm. The only thing that delayed the madness was the whirlwind of year-end busyness. But now that things have calmed down, she’s full steam ahead.

She’s already chosen a few color palettes—somewhere between “Mysterious Mushroom” and “Twilight Teacup”—and she’s got a new shower curtain that screams Wonderland… possibly literally. It’s whimsical, yes, but with a touch of “is this watching me?” about it. And while she loves the classic illustrations from the original book, the curtain looks like something the Queen of Hearts might use to hide a trapdoor.

The irony? My wife can’t stomach horror. She closes her eyes during mildly intense insurance commercials. And yet, here we are, about to paint the walls in colors that could double as names for Halloween nail polish.

Me? I’m oddly excited. After moving into this house, we’ve tackled a few projects ourselves—most notably turning the oversized storm shelter-slash-storage room into something halfway respectable. Half of it is now a functional storage space, complete with a sturdy wall shelves my wife designed like a woman possessed by the spirit of Marie Kondo meets MacGyver. That thing isn’t going anywhere.

Inside, we’ve stockpiled emergency gear: canned food, kombucha (because hipster emergencies are still emergencies), and other non-perishables. My wife, an accountant, often reminds me that even the fastest-growing companies crash when their inventory runs amok. She runs our pantry with the same logic. Minimalist? Not quite. Strategic and pragmatic? Absolutely.

Her quiet mission is turning this house into a haven—beautiful, yes, but with function tucked into every nook. She’s carving out cozy corners for reading, clean-lined spaces for writing, and nudging me gently toward making my workspace less “creative chaos” and more “well-oiled thinking machine.”

The book theme? That’s our shared guilty pleasure. Reading is our thing. So why not let it spill into the walls, quite literally? After Wonderland graces the bathroom, she already has plans to transport our dining room straight into The Great Gatsby. Yes, the Jazz Age is coming to dinner. Apparently, we even own a few paintings that “go with the theme.” Who knew?

So yes, it’s going to be a busy year. We’re not rushing. We’ll roll out the literary carpet one room at a time. Slowly but surely, like any good novel—chapter by chapter.