bathroom dilemna

Here's the inspiration picture, where I found the irridescent square tiles:

 

 

If you look at the shower wall, you can see them.  Somewhere, I had a bigger picture, but you get the idea.

Here's my bathroom in progress, in natural light, during the day.  The contractor assures me that when grouted, the subway tiles will read more as a solid surface, without any of the lines.

 And here's the "feature wall" between bath and shower.  Do you think the small guys work?  I was afraid that it didn't look right.  Although, I like it better in pictures, I think.

 

Inside the shower, with the light on.

 Here, you can see the shower floor.  Floor of the room is large grey tiles.  Shower has little slate tiles.

 Oh, and that will be the master closet and the linen closet.

 Here's the shower, where the two styles meet.  Looks weird, right?

 yellowy from the light -- but you get the idea.

 Possible alternative -- that little square would be all over the wall there.  Either in clear glass or tumbled glass.

 with the light on.

 Possible alternative?  Do you like the blue/grey tiles here for the wall between bath and shower?  Top rows are glassy and shiny, bottom rows are tumbled and matte.

Is everything all right? I MISS MY pictures of the family…….love, mom

Well, mom.  Here we are this week:

man, this is getting hard core

From my class today.

Oh, I love it.

Can't afford to get all of the crazy equipment they're talking about at this point, but it's so much fun.

Can't even wrap my brain around some of the stuff she's talking about.  But today, there was a black seamless, and a light stand, a pocket wizard and a grid (and talk of snoots).   So much fun.

Oh Really? What I Learned from my old Journals

My mom handed me a pile of books and pictures.  Here, she said, it's a few of your things I thought you would like.  Four journals -- fifth grade, 7th/8th grade, 11th grade and one from my semester abroad during my senior year in college, some love letters from my first boyfriend and a jumble of pictures from my childhood.   I spent an emotional late night in the guest room of my mom's new house, with the door closed, reading, crying, laughing, remembering while the kids all slept and Mark was back at our house.  There was so much there to think about, but I haven't processed it all yet.  Here's just one observation about those girls.


This girl wrote:  "I am so ugly and dumb.  I am so ugly and dumb. I am so ugly and dumb." And she underlined it a bunch of times, because she felt so badly about the spelling group she was in.

This girl  (on the left) thought she was too fat for a bikini and oh so desperately wanted a boyfriend and to be popular.

This girl loved her adventure in Europe.  She was so broke, and so enthralled by everything she ate, drank and saw.  "I had something wonderful tonight -- it was a mix of chick peas, lemons, garlic all mixed together and served with pitas.  I loved it!"  It must have been hummus, and it sure made a good first impression.  She wanted to see the world, she thought her life was a big adventure. She felt like she had nothing to lose by trying.

I think about these girls and how they formed the woman I have become. I still feel so timid about my abilities and being vulnerable.

This woman is afraid of what will happen if she says her dreams out loud.  

 I want to go back to talk to those other girls and tell them not to be so afraid and I want to talk to that college girl to remember what it felt like to be so fearless and confident.  

I feel like this woman better set some high goals, and then achieve them to do those other girls proud.  Be bold!