Construction nightmares

There are things I know I'm going to be hated for. Some amazing designs I'd like to have done but the sheer thought of having to explain them to construction workers makes me flinch.

Like these ceiling mounted faucets. I can imagine the way this will go very clearly in my head. Here me and a plumbing specialist walk into a space, a bathroom to be, discussing the pipes, where everything goes.

What about the sink faucet? It will be on the ceiling. Huh? Yes, you will actually have to run a pipe to the ceiling and make a water point there. In my imagination I feel like I can read his mind at that moment, and know all the thoughts about it.

In the end I'll have to double, triple check that the mixer is not on the ceiling as well. That faucet is less than hundred bucks on a marketplace but my nerves are priceless.

Another thing I admire but will not have guts to do is this multi lamp wall. This time I conjure up an imaginary electrician.

And here, please, I will have one hundred and twenty and eight lamps. Huh? Yes, please, 16 along the wall, 8 evenly spaced rows.

My imaginary electrician is much more tolerant. He just wonders if I'm going to have them all on the same switch, or row-based. But my mind already drifts away to the customs, how I will be able to explain that all these lamps are for personal use, for just one apartment.

Makes me admire people who created these spaces even more.