Whenever I watch a movie or read a book about long ago, (like Lord of the Rings) in the back of my mind I’m always wondering things like where did they use the loo, or how did they shower. And I KNOW that I can not be the only one.
For those of you who read my ramblings, I just KNOW ya’ll are wondering how Superman and I are managing to get clean.
I had plans of purchasing a shower thingie that are made for claw foot tubs.
Then I saw the price of those things and after the minor heart attack I got resourceful.
Enter quarter inch PVC pipe and 550 cord.
I’ve always wanted one of those walk in showers that will hold 3 people at a time and now I have one. It is 5’x 5′ so I don’t even bump into anything.
Mine doesn’t have the gorgeous marble floors, or the subway tiled walls, but still….it is huge, and it is fun.
Kinda like showering at camp minus the gross fungus.
The father is reminding me to make a blog post.
I have been remiss for a reason.
Diesel, the kitten, has been doing one of 2 things for the last couple days.
1. Begging to be fed or
2. Curling up on my chest to sleep.
Both of those things are not conducive to editing pictures and typing up a blog post.
So..without further ado…
The dynamic duo was over Saturday to make more mess in my bathroom.
A necessary mess, but a mess nonetheless.
They tore out the tub…which was the beginning and sole purpose of this remodel.
We all were functioning under the assumption that there was all kinds of nasty mold behind the shower.
Look ma! no mold. Just tar paper and a tub being shimmed up with cardboard. Who shims a tub with cardboard?
After the tub was removed, they decided to
take a break rest on their laurels pose for a union break picture.
Someone thinks they are funny.
After their “break”, they had to break up all the concrete that the stupid “lets shim the tub with cardboard” person put under the tub. ‘Cause why not???
This is where the linen closet used to be and where the new tub will reside.
After almost all the walls were disseminated, we found that there is no insulation in the outside walls. Not even horse hair or newspaper…nothing. My house is more screwed up than previous thought.
The last hold out is my throne. I’m hoping that they won’t take that out until it must be removed, then promptly deposited back where it goes.
It all started out innocently enough.
Last Tuesday I went to the Coshocton County Animal Shelter to pick up a coupon to get Superman’s kitten fixed. I have always fixed every cat I’ve had. I think it is just good animal ownership to do so.
And whenever I go to the CCAS (which is rare because SUCKER FOR ANIMALS is stamped firmly on my forehead) I always find myself in the cat room.
This time they had a bazillion kittens. I counted.
And really who can resist a sweet kitten. Not even the boy who is allergic picks up kittens and loves on them.
So I’m in the kitten room and this little sweetheart stands in front of me meowing so piteously.
I picked it up to love on it and it wound itself around my neck over and over and when I tried to put it down, the little bugger hung on for dear life.
I took it as a sign.
When Superman got home he just looked at me, shook his head, sighed and asked so what are we callin’ this one?
We came up with Sapphire, Velvet, Rosemary and Saffron.
Because we couldn’t agree, I asked my peeps on FB to choose. It was a tie between Velvet and Saffron. Superman chose Velvet.
I tried calling it Velvet, but it just didn’t stick. Lily popped into my head and that one stuck. Fiiinalllly!
Then because the sweet thing refused to eat or drink, I took her to the vet. Only to have the vet inform me that she was a he.
Lily was out. Crud!
We’ve been searching for a name for this poor boy for the entire week.
So far he has been called…
and last but not least Stupid Bugger.
Again, none of these have stuck.
So I have been talking to my good friend Google for ideas.
Google hasn’t been much help.
I’m stuck on Diesel and Isis. Yes, yes…Isis is a girls name…but it really is a great name!?!?!? Right???
I don’t think my Grandma Teal knew this, but she lived by the motto…
Use it up.
Wear it out.
I do too unless….it comes to jewelry…then I’m all “the bigger! the better! gimme…gimme…gimme..”
I love finding ways to “make do” without having to inconvenience myself. Because LAZY!
And that is exactly what I’m having to do with this bathroom remodel.
Seriously? How does one go about washing their pee-pee hands without a sink???
Well, Kirs bought me a pitcher and bowl. Perfect!
Now I just need to figure out where to put it.
I also am now doing my hair and other bathroom things sitting on my bed. Not convenient, but it works.
One thing I’m truly loving about this is that they took up the floor and I finally got to see the lovely hard wood floor underneath all that sub floor.
I love old houses and love seeing them restored to their original state. I go in there an wonder who lived here first? Who was the little girl that lived in that room?
I would totally love to get a sander and make it beautiful again.
Alas, there are holes everywhere and I don’t have the funds to buy replacement boards for under the tub.
The dynamic duo has made a huge, huge, messy-mess in the girl’s old bedroom.
I’m choosing to ignore it. Ignorance is bliss…and I’m choosing to be blissed out.
In the mean time, I’m going to enjoy still being able to use the toilet and shower till next Saturday when they will be gone….wherein I will be hard pressed to find a way to uninconvenience myself of not having a toilet upstairs, and have to go to the basement and use the makeshift shower that has yet to be built.
Having watched HGTV and Rehab Addict, I had some idea of what to expect when my bathroom began to be torn apart.
One thing I didn’t count on is not having a mirror.
Even though I don’t need it to brush my teeth, it is a little unnerving to stare at R-13 insulation while I scrub my teeth…quietly hoping that nothing comes crawling from behind it.
And then there is the whole…hair fixing thing. The “I need to squeeze a zit” thing. The “do I have more grey hair” thing. The” do I have bags under my eye”s thing. I use a teeny tiny mirror for that. Smaller mirror = less grey, less zits, less bags. It is a win win.
Another thing I didn’t think I’d have to deal with quite yet was the no door factor.
It isn’t that big of a deal, I just miss my hook on the back of it to hang my towel.
The last thing I didn’t really give much thought to was where to put all the crap I had in the bathroom.
Oh look…it decided to make its new home in the bedroom.
The good news is I still have a place to sleep.
Did everyone have a good weekend?
Were you wowed by all the fireworks?
I must be a party pooper because even though they are pretty, it really isn’t something that I get all gushy about. And then there is the whole “we can set off fireworks at our house at midnight and keep the neighbors awake too” thing that is kinda a turn off.
I need my sleep.
Stop making noise after 10pm neighborhood.
What I am gushy about is my bathroom remodel.
But why, you ask, would you want to remodel a perfectly good bathroom?
Maybe because it looks like the 1990’s threw up pink all over it.
And Internets, we all know that pink is my favorite color but not all over bathroom walls with fru-fru wall paper.
We have been living in this house for over 12 years and I have wanted to rip that wall paper off since the minute I moved in.
If it were only the wall paper, I could probably go another 12 years because LAZY. But it isn’t just the wall paper.
It is also the rusty lights.
They are yucky.
And the mold behind the tub, and trim, and everywhere else I don’t want it to be.
It is yucky.
The floor is also starting to get all yucky too.
I don’t do yucky.
So, 12 years later I finally got up off my lazy butt and hired someone to do it for me.
That is just the way I roll of late.
Here is one half of the William Thomas Property Management team that I hired.
Already working hard and getting dirty…so I don’t have to.