What I meant in the last post about you not being able to see the room was this: if you see this room, you will think we’re pigs. And if you want to know what I think about that, read the first post of this blog, “Welcome“.
It’s not that we want to live sloppily, it’s just that we have kids who are using our bathroom for teeth-brushing. And a husband/daddy who has taken it over its vinyl floorspace for the use of his tile saw. So if you ignore the many plastic cups dotting the countertop and the dust and clumps of grout and pieces of tile strewn everywhere, and then you realize that there is no way to clean it in said condition, you really wouldn’t blame me at all.
I’m hearing a resounding “yuck.” But I am not offended.
At the moment, there isn’t any progress. We have the new tub in the garage, the tub faucet laying on the rug for safe keeping (we wouldn’t want it to get scratched), and a random assorment of cabinets that we’re hoping to assemble into a vanity. The shower is missing the handle that turns on the water because we’d hoped to change it to a much lovelier one than the crystally-brass original. Only it didn’t work out as planned. Apparently if you get a different brand of handle than you originally had, you have to replace a major part that’s inside the wall. And the plumbing store says it can’t be done. We beg to differ (but if it really doesn’t work out, we’ll cross that bridge then).
However, we have been very much enjoying the fully-functioning tub/shower combo in the kids’ bathroom, which is also under construction. Here’s what it currently looks like:
Behind the door on the right is the tub. You’ll notice there are some important things missing in this bathroom, but let’s not be too picky. Having an indoor shower in February is all we really need, and if you happen to need to use the missing bathroom fixtures, you are equipped with legs to get down the hall to the master bathroom.
There is a huge pedestal sink that’s going in, which was made in 1902. It has a stamp on it with the date. The faucet attached to it is old too (probably not from 1902 though), and we’re trying to make it work even though whoever ripped it out cut through the plumbing. I need to choose a wall color ASAP, so we can paint before the sink and toilet go in.
I wish I could give you a nice picture of the sink, but it’s laying in two parts upstairs. The pedestal base is sitting next to a gray Shaker-style cabinet that will be part of the laundry room renovation, whenever we get to finishing that.
The top is leaning on its face against a vintage door (which happens to be waiting to be installed on a wall clad with vintage doors) in our bedroom. It’s conveniently resting next to our height chart (which is waiting to be hung), so you can see how big it is. It’s big enough to basically include counter space around the sink, so our little teeth-brushers can soon smear toothpaste on it rather than our cream-colored solid-surface shell sinks and countertops.
We look forward to that day.