So as I’ve said, we’re taking our sweet old time on the bathroom. We’re lucky to have a functioning bathroom in our basement, which makes things a bit easier. Over the last few days, we’ve ramped back up and are making some great progress, though. Including some big transformations happening with the floor! First things first, we had to get that damn pink bath tub out of the house. It being cast iron, we’re talking about a 320 pound, 5 x 2.5 foot tub, so not exactly easy to maneuver down our winding staircase. So we did this: Continue reading
After demolishing the walls, we next set our eyes on the floor. Now, here’s the thing. Weeks ago, one of the square ceramic tiles that were part of the previous owner’s 1994 renovation, came loose. And under it, there was a flicker of hope. I saw something, but didn’t want to get too excited.
So what I’m really trying to say is that of everything in the bathroom, all I really wanted to do was tear up the floor. Repeatedly, Gabe had to stop me from tearing up the tile before the walls were done. But I just couldn’t wait!
After we removed the wall behind the bathtub, though, it was apparent that my hopes may become realization after all. Continue reading
When we first saw our house, we both looked at each other, eyes wide, after seeing the … less-than-flattering carpeting covering the entire living space. It wasn’t just that we hated carpet (which we mostly do) but the bright emerald and cranberry colors really got us. I mean, I love Christmas as much as the next guy, but I can do without it on my floors every day.
So we knew the FIRST thing we had to do once we got the keys was to get it out.
When you move into your own house for the first time, there’s really nothing like tearing, ripping and prying years of filth away. So within minutes of opening the door for the first time, that’s exactly what we did.