Whenever I tell someone we’re in the process of building a house, the conversation invariably goes to the details: flooring, paint color, cabinets, etc. The person I am speaking with will then say one of two things:
- “Wow, I would love to make those kinds of decisions.”
- “Wow, I would find all those decisions too overwhelming, so I’d probably just let the builder decide.”
As you can imagine, I fall firmly into the first category. I knew what kinds of lights I wanted even before we had land. By the time we had finalized the drawings, I had a spreadsheet with almost 100 different items that needed my stamp of approval. Each line item was sorted by:
- location within (or outside) the house — kitchen, living room, master bedroom, etc.
- what that specific item was — lights over the peninsula, the light in the pantry, etc.
- where that item could be purchased — local hardware store, eBay, IKEA, etc.
- details about that item — the specific brand name and other details
Going into this project, I warned our builder that I would be picky about details. Very picky. Luckily, he’s a mellow guy. But, I suppose there’s always the possibility he’s going to hate me by the time we get our certificate of occupancy next winter.
I freely admit to being a bit, um, controlling. But, Pete and I have been dreaming about this house for years. This isn’t just the dream to live in a nicer/bigger/different house. We have had some very specific reasons for some of our design decisions. I’m going to obsess about the details, because I don’t want to move in and immediately start making changes because I hate the paint color or the dining room light isn’t quite right. And people, I’m here to tell you that I am THAT picky.
Want to know how picky?
When I visit people’s houses, it’s the rare time I don’t mentally rearrange the furniture or choose a new paint color for the living room. I visited the WHITE HOUSE — which we all know comes fully decorated — and I was mentally re-doing the East Room. And don’t even get me started on the Blue Room.
[Note to all of you: I would never do this to YOUR houses. ]
[I lie. Yes I would.]
[Please don't be offended. It's not you, it's all me.]
So, it’s safe to say that I have very strong opinions about my new house and am not leaving any details to chance. Not a single one.
Color is the worst area in which I am picky, because I can be infuriatingly difficult about it.
For example, my favorite color is cobalt blue. Cobalt is a very specific color. Gentian blue is a similar shade, but I hate it. To me, if cobalt is the old money relative, gentian is its po’ white trash cousin. Sapphire is a nice shade of blue, but I’m not wild about navy. Cornflower blue is nice, but I loathe Carolina blue. (And not just because I went to U.Va.) Pete doesn’t even notice the subtle gradations in blues, but I sure do.
The exterior of the house is going to be gray. A lot of people have red doors with gray modern houses, but I think that color combo is overdone, so we’re thinking about painting the front door cobalt blue. Plus, if we were to have a red door, it would clash with the landscaping I’m planning in the front yard.
See? That’s how picky I am. I’m matching my landscaping to my front door.
Thus I have all sorts of paint chips in varying shades of blue, trying to figure out which one will be just right.
Even for a color as seemingly simple as white, I have around eight different shades I am considering.
In case you’re wondering, no this doesn’t stress me out at all. In fact, I am enjoying it greatly. I am thrilled that I FINALLY get to do a house exactly the way I want it done. We’ve owned two houses and before that lived in several rentals and in every single one I would imagine changes both great and small. New paint here, moving a wall there, and so on.
The chances are really good that there is a detail that Pete and I have overlooked and we won’t figure it out until we move in, such as hardwiring a light in a specific spot. But, given that we will have sorted out dozens, if not hundreds, of other details, I’m hoping that one or two minor things won’t bother me. Too much.
Posted by Jennifer 
Posted by Jennifer
Posted by Jennifer 

