You may have noticed a definitive absence here that started around late February. I decided my services were needed elsewhere. And by elsewhere I mean my guest bathroom on the second floor. But wait, Alison, it’s May. Good catch. As it turns out, renovating a bathroom 90% solo, while maintaining your normal life, takes a very long time. Here is that saga. Totally worth it.
The first step was to take down the under-the-sea-themed wallpaper. Few things elicit an outpouring of empathy like telling people you have to take down old wallpaper. After a long first day of steaming, scraping, and peeling, I felt like I was making progress. Then the next morning I woke up for work looking like Bob Costas at the Sochi Olympics. (Sorry, Bob.) It was unsightly, to say the least. I went to work anyway, and made sure to tell my (few) co-workers that I didn’t have the plague, but rather a wicked allergic reaction to something in the wallpaper. They looked dubious. But I pressed on.
A real highlight was when I removed light fixtures and a toilet myself. Myself. I spent the next few days telling anyone who would listen. (Sorry, real life friends.)
A list of the work: Removed all the old baseboards/trim, unhooked plumbing, removed laminate/MDF back splashes, removed cabinet doors, removed cabinet hardware, painted cabinetry and shelves, spray-painted hardware, primed (2 coats), painted the ceiling, walls, and trim. Chiseled/filed away all the old caulk and grout on the tile tub surround, re-grouted the tub, caulked the tub and countertop. With Ryan’s assistance, I also put in two new light fixtures, installed a new sink/countertop, and installed a new toilet. Ryan laid new laminate flooring – chosen 100% because we already had three unused boxes of it in the basement – and installed new baseboards.
There are a couple little things still to finish, like hanging towel racks and caulking the rest of the baseboards/trim, but the bathroom is fully functional again, and really beautiful. I learned a ton on this project – I had a surprising amount of patience for how disorganized and messy the entire second floor was, and also didn’t get too discouraged at how long everything took. (Plus is was a great running Dad-joke: “What are you doing this weekend?” “Oh, I’ll be in the bathroom!” Har har.)