The big one, the icky one, the last corner of the original house, untouched by our hammer and paint. THE UPSTAIRS BATHROOM! And all the people said Amen!
It has long been the dark secret only revealed to our unwitting overnight guests. We have grown accustomed to it, (as people can become accustomed to just about any unpleasant thing) as it is the only upstairs bathroom and only bathroom in the house with a shower. But it's dark wood, unfamiliar musty smell, yellowing paint, peeling pink seashell wallpaper, and questionable history, has made it the unwelcome stranger in our house.
It's a "get in get out" room. A don't touch the walls or floor with your bare feet room. A most definitely never take a bath so Greta has only had 2 baths in her life room*.
I will be posting our progress as we go, in a series I like to call The Final Frontier: The Battle of the Funk Nasty Bathroom.
Simply put, we** are going to rip everything out and replace it, and increase the footprint by removing a hallway closet, as well as extending it into our bedroom.
There used to be a sink in our bedroom. An odd little feature, and unnecessary when we could use that square footage to make a bigger happier bathroom for all.
Here are a few BEFORE shots of that odd little sink area by our closet. The last picture was taken today as we only just added the drywall and door last night, marking the new bathroom footprint.
I will be sharing more pictures with you as we go! Everybody loves a good makeover!
*She showers instead.
**Let me note that "We" when used in a work related sense mainly means Kent and my Dad. Greta and I (such modern women) make the sandwiches. Not that we aren't fit for hard labor or anything, Greta is particularly dexterous, but we quickly saw the need for someone to keep the rest of the house afloat and we are particularly good at saying things like "Would you like french bread or Milton's for your sandwich?" and "please don't track that in here."
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