My apologies for the silence, but I needed a few weeks off. From blogging, not from home repair. Every so often there’s a swelling of arghwtfblechtothemartinimobile! that comes from chronicling various stages of destruction, and it’s best to not touch a keyboard during such moods.
Case in point: we finished one larger project. You might remember how my husband waited until I was out of town and then ripped the existing sink straight off of the wall in the little bathroom. Well, we have finished the room.
After quite a bit of plumbing and new fixtures and scrubbing and painting and such, the room now looks like this:
Looks snazzy, right? Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. This is quite possibly one of the worst jobs we’ve completed, thanks to a tile paint that has rendered the bathroom unusable except as a place to deposit poo.*
For the next week, I’ll post process shots on each stage of this project and show you how you, too, can make a bathroom conditionally worthless. Fun times!
*(Which, as Brown would surely correct me, is the single most important use for a bathroom and should not be taken lightly.)