There’s been a project a-brewing here for quite some time.
The first floor half bath.
I guess, really, there wasn’t anything particularly wrong with it per se, but to me, it was just so plain jane. It had good bones but the wall color was off-putting (nothing like looking sallow morning, noon, and night), the floor tile was quite limiting in terms of palette choices, and overall it was just a bit, hrm, blah?
And honestly, that floor drove me crazy. In the last house I wanted to put up a glass tile wall, and I thought maybe I would do the same here, but anything that I picked out that fit the budget crashed and burned when put next to that tile. This is one room I’ve been thinking about updating since we moved in, but I couldn’t figure out what direction I wanted to take it in. Nothing really jumped out at me, shook my hand and said “Yes, thank you, I’m coming home with you.”
Then, while browsing around on the internet, I saw this wallpaper, and completely fell in love. Suddenly I knew exactly what I wanted to do with the room, what the floor would look like, accent colors, everything. It all fell into place.
And, uh, then I saw the price per roll, per 15 foot roll! Yeah, um, that’s not going to happen. Sigh, back to the drawing board, at least for the walls, but the colors and accents and flooring were still workable. So, I bought the supplies, called my trusty handyman, and got started. We would’ve started a bit earlier, but there was a blizzard and three days without power, and blah blah blah.
And here’s my handyman, otherwise known as Pappy, my Dad, Tom.
Pappy brought his magical air chisel…
…which made getting the old floor up and the mortar chipped away a breeze.
It took a half hour to get the tiles up, the mortar off, and the whole thing swept and ready to go.
Of course I made it sound all simple and easy-peasy, but the truth of the matter is that we had to put up the blankets we just took down to keep the dust out of the rest of the house, it took over and hour and quite a few under-the breathe curse words (from my husband, not me!) to get the sink off of the wall, and having all the stuff in the hallway completely disrupted our flow for the week.
Not such a bad price to pay or a new bathroom, but I do not think my husband would agree. He is not a happy DIY’er.
But maybe he’ll forget all his pain in another few weeks, because I have a few more projects up my sleeve!