Bet ya’ll thought I was going to pull the ol’ ‘disappear-for-a-year-then-blog-for-the-ORC-then-disappear’ act again?
I wouldn’t blame you.
I admit, I did take a few weeks off from house remodeling to recover from the fall one room challenge. I read some books, went to the gym again, slept. Normal activities that don’t require respirators and chemicals.
On one of those mornings, I glanced into my tiny little 5’x10′ bathroom and decided I needed a change.
I had painted the tan tile black, and that was a few years ago. It’s held up basically as well as paint in a bathroom can hold up? Which is to say, that it’s peeling in chunks and looks pretty badly at this point.
So, then I thought of just updating the tile. Which, of course, transitioned to a plan to gut the whole bathroom within minutes.
One of my biggest points of contention with the tiny room of plumbing, is the so called ‘bath tub’. When the bathroom was remodeled before we purchased the house, they put in this stupidly shallow drop in tub.
I did the only logical thing to be done: went on craigslist.
AND OMFG CAN YOU EVEN BELIEVE THAT ON MY FIRST SEARCH THERE WAS A VINTAGE CLAWFOOT BATH TUB THAT WAS THE RIGHT SIZE FOR $80.00?!
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, UNIVERSE?! YOU THE BEST.
All the other ones listed were $350-$700.
I yelled ‘MINE!’ and became super possessive of this bath tub that didn’t actually exist in my life.
I called and left a voicemail, not even able to keep the crazy and urgency out of my tone. Like, why did they even call me back? I’m obviously a mentally unstable maniac.
This was on a Monday, and there are some logistical issues to be worked out with transporting a several hundred pound tub from house to house. So when they called me back, I paid them the money via venmo and then told them that I would pick up the bath tub on the weekend.
Then I told my husband that I bought this tub and needed him to go get it for me.
You guys. I go to every craigslist pick up, every lumber run. On the other side of the heavy object whenever it needs to be moved. All the DIY stuff around the house.
AND I DID NOT WANT TO THIS TIME.
I didn’t want to make the logistical plans. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to help carry the heavy thing.
This is where I called in my Christmas gift.
AND IT HAPPENED. HE WENT TO PICK IT UP WITH A FRIEND AND THEN IT POPPED INTO EXISTENCE IN MY LIFE.
Good thing I am very comfortable with being white trash.
I am super itchy to take a sledgehammer to the bathroom ASAP. But I don’t have the materials. Or money. And it’s going to be winter. And it’s our ONLY bathroom in the house.
So. It will have to wait until spring/summer, and I will slowly squirrel away materials.
My plan is to gut the bathroom down to the studs and my hope is to get a bigger window (not vinyl or glass block, if I can afford it), build in storage where I can, more lighting, new tile on floor and walls and the refinished bath tub.
I have already made decisions about tile and fixtures and I feel like that should be enough? And now I should have them in my possession? Why do I actually have to pay for them and make effort to get them? It worked for the clawfoot tub. What is this sporadic reinforcement bullshit?
And ugh, I hate dealing with plumbing. There is nothing that will cause me into hysterics and emotional breakdown than leaking plumbing.
Send good wishes and materials for my bathroom remodel! I’ll take vibes or cement board, whichever.
Until then, I guess I should focus on wrapping up the 14241212 other projects that I’ve started and not completed.