Restful Restroom Weekend
You'd think that after a highly stressful week at work, home improvement would be the last thing I'd want to do, but I discovered that I really love demolition. Attacking the underside of your ugly countertop with a mallet and then pulling it off with a satisfying rrrrrip! is very therapeutic! I highly recommend it.
I forgot to take pictures of the bathroom before we started, but above the sink was a mirror that stretched the entire length of the wall.
I think mirrors are supposed to make small rooms appear larger, but this one had the opposite effect. Even when you were in there by yourself it felt as though you were at a crowded party (which isn't really the feeling you want to have when you're in the bathroom, if you know what I mean). It was huge! Large enough to put on the ceiling over your bed, if you're into that kind of thing. Which we're not.
Did you know that I'm a spackle master?
The walls were a dingy off-white color, the faux marble sink was looking more yellow than sparkling white, and everything was construction-grade (see also: Cheapest Possible Option). I never felt very happy in there, and shouldn't you feel happy in a room where so many important things take place? (Fill in your happy bathroom memories here: ____________)
This is one of the last rooms in the house to get some TLC. Obviously we didn't care too much about our guests' bathroom happiness.
variety of surfaces, including ceramic tile!
The first thing I did was install the new toilet paper holder. I don't know why- it just seemed important. Then I patched the walls, sanded, painted, and caulked, while M acted as plumber.
Let's play a game! Look at the picture below. What do you suppose happened when M took this sink trap outside to clean it with the high-powered garden hose?
You'll shoot your eye out!
a) He discovered too late that the other end of the pipe was aimed at his face.
b) He discovered too late that the other end of the pipe was aimed at his crotch.
c) Both a and b happened within five minutes.
Here I'm either admiring the new shower curtain or
hating the old light fixture-- I'm not sure which.
Besides being quite good at patching walls, I'm also very good at painting. I've painted almost every room in our house. I don't have to use tape, people. It's true! I can paint along baseboards, ceilings, and trim with a steady hand. If librarianship doesn't work out, I have something to fall back on.
M still has to hook up the rest of the shower fixtures and I need to figure out what to do with that naked light bulb strip, but it looks better already.
M picked out the mirror. I was impressed.
One member of the household was not impressed by our accomplishments. He spent most of his weekend tiptoeing fearfully around all the strange objects in the hallway, trying repeatedly without success to find out what was in that mysterious paint can ("No, Alex!").
They love their new faucet more than they love me.
Also, paint is stinky. Home improvement sucks.