After a three year blogging sabbatical, I'm back (though maybe not for long). Life is jam packed right now with two adults working full-time, two teenagers, one dog, and more housework to do than available minutes to do it. What does a middle-aged woman do when the stress of every day living becomes too much? She renovates a bathroom.
We chose our house very quickly in spring of 2007. There were many good reasons to choose it, but the bathrooms were not among them. With my agreement to sign on the dotted line for this house came the qualifier that both upstairs bathrooms would be remodeled within a year. We moved in, we acclimated to central Pennsylvania, we got the kids' bathroom remodeled, and learned about local contractors, vendors, and options. I planned to put all this education to good use on the master bath project, but when other unexpected projects came up and finances tightened, those plans got put on hold.
Seven years is a long time to hold a grudge, but this bathroom and I reached a stalemate. I hated it. I hated everything about it. I hated the carpet (who carpets a bathroom?). I hated that you had to walk through the walk-in closet to get to it. I hated the fact that there was a SINK in that closet, but no drawers or cabinets to put things in. I hated when the shower tiles started falling off the walls and we had to put one of those vinyl surround things up on top of them. I hated the clunky vanity cabinets in the bathroom. I hated the salmon-mauve wall color. Finally, I hated that the thermostat for the entire 2nd floor was in there. Yes, in the bathroom, where the temperature can fluctuate by ten degrees when someone takes a shower.
Last fall I put my foot down. No more home improvements get ahead of this bathroom on the to-do list. No roof. No landscaping. Nada. Must ... renovate ... bathroom ... first!
Finally, we are getting the bathroom done. Choosing everything has been stressful, especially when most local showrooms are only open while I'm at work. The internet has been wonderful, except the day when I found out the shower tile AND the vanity were both on backorder. Sales rep Stewart at a tile store in Alabama came through for me. He found my allegedly discontinued bullnose tile and got it delivered here more quickly and cheaply than the local place could, but that's another blog post.
For now, I just want to chronicle the journey.
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Entry from the bedroom. |
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Door to bedroom. |
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Double bi-fold doors (metal). |
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The sink, with no cabinetry, but trifold mirror! |
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The lovely carpet (barf!).
Salmon and beige are not anyone's favorite combination. |
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The shower, before the tiles fell off. |
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Shower with vinyl surround to hold up the tiles. |
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The throne. |
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The intercom above the toilet, so you can make household
announcements heard in every room while you're on the throne. |
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The linen closet interior is painted an icky creamy color. |
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The original flooring--better or worse than the carpet? |
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Vanity has no functional drawers. |
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Lower cabinet doors don't close all the way. |
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These clunky things are too high to reach and make the room seem smaller! |
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These are slightly cool vintage fixtures. |
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The thermostat is between the door and the tub. Fluctuate much? |
The kindest way to deal with this bathroom? Put it out of its misery! Demolition day one:
And so it begins ...