Progress Report No.1 — The Checklist.
Well, what do you think? Should I hold a salon,… or shouldn’t I? Feeling somewhat brazen — with the bright glow of inexperience in such matters — I’ve begun the checklist for my first salon. As the days zip past likely the list will shrink, grow, shrink again, morph and mutate. But here it is so far:
hideous ‘Brady Bunch’ light-thingies over the stairwell, in front of The Wall
hideous earth-tone plaid (what were they thinking?!) carpet downstairs
kitty-ripped screen on the slider door (!)
kitty-shredded grass-cloth wallpaper (or install wainscoting?)
menu — food / drink — for grazing stations (chef’s discretion?)
lighting — electrical / candle
what’s displayed vs. what stays in the flat files
music playlist — for upstairs
ambiance movies on DVD vs. digital slide show — for downstairs
make art / masks
make guest list
install gallery-style hanging system on The Wall (!)
install picture rails, upstairs / downstairs
mirrors — wall-mounted / hand-held — for trying on masks
general housework (yuck)
tidy / organize both studios for visitors
clean the decks
install non-skid something on the drawbridge
design / build / stock tiki bar (?)
rework chalkboard in the Buddha Room
make / install cushion for window seat in the Buddha Room
Hemingway treatment in the hallway bathroom (?)
make / install privacy noren for the bedroom doorway
make / install bench seat for the kitchen window
make / install shutters and paper blind for the kitchen window
put all books back on their shelves
reclaim loaned art to display during this salon
make sconces for tea-lights in the mask studio
print out inventory / price lists
small wine fridge (?)
seasonal merchant account (?)
small table-top easels (!)
ingredients for snackage / drinkage
Gasp, and egadz. As the list grows, so grows my sense of being overwhelmed. This is why galleries get the cuts that they do.
I’d like to also cover/hide/replace the auxiliary but dead cook top, and replace the absolutely ghastly (and comical) D.O.T.-yellow kitchen sink — but that requires plumbing skills in addition to the cost of the new sink itself. Those two will likely have to wait. Oh, yeah, and the fancy-shmantzy Dacor microwave is hinting that it’s on its last legs — we’ll see, but I’m hoping its fainting spells are no more than bad theatre.
Looks like I’m going to be a very busy girl. Luckily for me Ben doesn’t mind being my ook-ook. Maybe it’s time for another trip to Ikea.
Got any advice or suggestions for me? Or warnings? Don’t be shy — speak up! Your input and feedback are more than invited — they’re urgently needed,…
p.s. hoping-hoping-hoping I’m not biting off more than I can chew.