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Busted Bathroom or Now We Start to Remodel

Our house was built in 1986. Our bathroom was constructed and finished in 1986. Needless to say, it had its day. That day has passed.

One morning I heard a crash from the bathroom and walked in to find several tiles had flung themselves off the wall to meet their fate on the old stained shower pan below. Several of their compatriots were clearly considering joining them, so we helped them along. As we did we discovered that there was no longer anything for them to cling to. The wall beneath them had disintegrated from years of water damage. Who knew?

Now when we bought the house we knew that eventually both bathrooms would need renovations, but we thought they were going to be purely cosmetic, and that we had more time. We always think we have more time, don’t we?

Needless to say, the shower is currently unusable, and we’re sharing the hall bathroom with my son who is home from college for the summer. Oh joy.

Well, since I’m the one who’s currently off work, it’s my job to find someone to fix this problem, but here’s the thing, if we fix this the way we want to, then we also need to do something about the tub, because I refuse to put a beautiful new shower next to a molded acrylic fudge ripple bathtub. And when we address the tub issue, we’ll need new flooring. Do you see what’s happening?

I can’t keep the nasty old oak cabinets when the rest of the bathroom will be beautiful and new, so out they go, which means a new vanity along with a counter top and sinks. Oh, and the giant mirror? Well part of it has lost its finish, and honestly the look of two separate smaller mirrors appeals to me. But then we need different wall lighting, because one light in the middle just doesn’t make sense. Oh, and the overhead light? Well, it’s got to go, as well as the brass-trimmed closet door. And don’t forget the medicine cabinet – having it stick out from the wall might have seemed like a good idea in 1986, but nowadays we know better.

So, all that being said I’ve had a couple of contractors out to look at the job, and now we have to pick one. And then we have to pick everything else. It would be a lot easier if it was just for me, but I do want to take my sweetheart’s preferences into consideration, too. Unfortunately our taste doesn’t exactly match.

Wandering around the tile warehouse (O.M.G.) I asked him to point out his preferences to me. He likes nature inspired colors and textures. To me they just read dark, at least for a bathroom. I prefer light and bright, with maybe some tan and turquoise mixed in. I’m sure there’s a middle ground for us, but I’m not sure what it might be yet.

Oh, and then there’s the cost. It’s not cheap, but I only want to do this once, so we’ll bite the bullet and do it. Besides, we’re not planning to move, at least not for a couple more decades. At least our home has built up some equity in the years we’ve been here, so that helps a lot.

Now I’m off to figure out exactly what these bids mean, and search for some more ideas on Pinterest, because I’m not nearly overwhelmed enough (okay, maybe I am). Wish me luck as this thing gets underway.

 

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So much nastiness lurking behind those innocent white tiles.

 

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The shower is adjacent to the tub, so we have to address both. 

 

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The photo doesn’t quite do it justice, but this bathtub reminds me of fudge ripple ice cream.


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Stop. And Breathe. Crisis Cleaning Rears its Ugly Head

garbiketa.jpgI’m working myself into fits and I need to stop. I feel like I’m spinning in circles, rushing from one room of my house to another tidying this, straightening that, dusting this bit off, putting this thing away at last, only to to see a thousand more of these items to do. It’s productive, to a degree, but it’s making my anxiety level climb, so here I sit. Breathing. Good.

Why all this nervous rushing about? Because after living in this house for four years my friend is finally coming over to see it. My friend, whose beautiful new(ish) home I saw for the first time a couple of weeks ago. My friend, whose home is perfect.

I know, I know…

I’m NOT comparing my home to hers. They are different. We are different people at different stages. I have a dog (yep, blame it on the dog… she won’t mind), my friend doesn’t. I have a college kid here for the summer, she doesn’t. I have a blended household, she doesn’t. I work full-time (except in the summer, but shh), she doesn’t. Still, her house is CLEAN, and mine? Well, it isn’t.

So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to post this (yep, warts and all) then drag out the vacuum cleaner, see if I can find some Windex, and call it done. Oh wait, I’m supposed to meet her in half an hour and I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. Yeah, maybe the other stuff just won’t happen. She’ll love me anyway, won’t she? I hope so. And exhale…