Since I haven't mentioned "Operation Fix this Fucking House" in a while, and since WE ACTUALLY HAVE A ROOM DONE (did you hear that? Was I yelling loud enough for you?), I thought I'd give you an update. I know you're all dying to hear about things getting hammered and nailed (that's what SHE said!).
We have lived in our home nine years now, and that entire time we have survived with one very, very, very, very sad excuse for a crapper. I'd show you pictures of the old bathroom (still there, waiting to be gutted and re-made much like Joan Rivers' face), but not until the "after" is ready. It is so very bad, and so very embarrassing, that I cannot even express it in words other than:
Ugliest. Bathroom. Ever.
We always knew we were going to redo it, so I just did the best I could to pretty her up enough so that any houseguests we may have had didn't get confused and think that they had been magically transported to a rest stop bathroom in Haiti or something. Well, nine years later we are finally getting around to it.
Ugliest. Bathroom. EVER. Think: the kind of bathroom you see in the Serial Killer's house in horror movies. Yes- that bad.
In the meantime, we decided to add another pee station to Casa de VonPartypants so that when we demolished the old one we'd have facilities during the re-build. Oh, that and I wanted another one so that when the Mr. went in for one of his 45-minute "meditation sessions" that I'd have an alternative to a plastic grocery bag and the back porch should an urgent call come from the evacuation fairy.
Being that we have an old (100+ years) St. Paul house with not a lot of extra room (1400-1500-ish sq. feet total) for such things, we finally decided after much debate with contractors and plumbers to put one in what was formerly known as our "closet room."
This room is located directly off of our bedroom, with the entrance only accessable from the bedroom itself, not the hallway. I'm guessing it was designed as a nursery, which I find hi-larious. Good one, old timey house-builders. Good one.
Lord, how I loved having an entire room for a closet. We filled that motherfucker UP:
And, as you can see, since we were the only ones who ever saw it, I didn't really feel the need to keep it "clean" or make it so you could "walk on the floor without tripping over shoes". I would regularly find dustbunnies that were so big the cats thought I had adopted them a new friend.
Man, I love having another bathroom, but the walk-through closet we are now left with after splitting the room in 1/2 (pictures forthcoming once it's done) doesn't really cut the mustard. This is why we have bought 2 GIANT armoire thingys from IKEA and are planning on buying a third.
This is from September, when we started construction & before we added the plumbing:
My future bare-bum throne:
Now that we're basically done (still need one or two things on the walls), I am thrilled with the results. This has not been an easy project as the inner workings and such of our house are seriously challenging to the pros, let alone tards like us. And, we have obstacles like radiators, oddly-sized windows, plaster walls and sloped ceilings upstairs to deal with on top of everything else. To say our house is "difficult" to remodel is like saying that Gary Busey is "a wee bit cookoo".
We chose to do all of the work (minus the plumbing rough-ins) ourselves. That would have been bad enough, but then our plumber died and we (read: the Mister) were left to finish it ourselves or pay someone else to do it.
I feel like everyone out there should give Mr. VonPartypants a big round of applause and a long, soulful french kiss, as he not only got all of the plumbing hooked up, but he also did the tiling (I grouted), painting and trim with a minimal amount of swearing and throwing things. I did things like put up curtains, sing to the cats, and make room for my toiletries. I rock.
It is a tiny bathroom (5'3" x 10') with a sloped ceiling, but I am seriously in love with it. I would make out with it if it weren't where we do the poo and other unsavory acts.
Le commode and le sink:
An owl print on the wall that I bought before I had the kitties, but it looks just like them- Trouble looking startled in the front, and Pooter looking confused and petite in the back:
No room for a tub, so we had to put in a fairly ugly, yet functional, corner shower:
Practicing so that I get it just right on the first try, kind of like the Olympic tryouts:
The pictures make it look smaller than it really is, but I'd say that it's definitely cozy. And I think that, like me, it's much cuter in person.
Oh, but how I adore it, and it is so very, very nice to finally have one. damn. room. done.