The last room in our house that hasn't been gutted and redone. This is the downstairs bathroom, off the hallway that connects the kids' bedrooms. They treat it poorly, and I haven't had the desire to touch it. But after finishing our upstairs shower, it was the last big thing on the to do list.
So one day I started.
And of course the remodel in the 70s had covered over even bigger problems.
A new floor, built out of the only pressure treated wood I've used anywhere in the house. Covered in hardi board. Banked to drain towards a single floor drain. Sealed using the neat Red Guard rubberized shower pan goop. Lots of it.
Tiled up 7 ft, on all four walls. I wanted robins' egg blue tile, and could not find them anywhere. Ended up buying white tile from a box store, and the same day I stopped at the old schoolhouse that friends recently bought, and mentioned my sad compromise on the tile color. Our friend Cinnamon went into the schoolhouse, (its a big old sprawling building that most recently housed a hardware store and lumberyard,) and came out with one of these tiles. The next day we dug out 20 boxes, 10 tiles short of the amount I needed to do the whole room.
So I went back to work tiling.
And tiling.
And tiling.
With a break to grout. (This time with a good pair of rubber gloves.)
And then more tiling.
And grouting and rewiring and ceiling fan installing and painting etc. The usual slog.
But... Voila.
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