My life as an almost 40 year old living in upstate New York. Woo Hoo!
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Our House: Welcome to Our Bathroom
I noticed something really odd about myself tonight, and I am glad I did. It gave me a laugh. I have not one, but two welcome signs in my hideous upstairs bathroom. What am I thinking?!?! Who puts a welcome sign in a nice bathroom? Who puts a welcome sign in a scary bathroom? Who puts a welcome sign in their upstairs bathroom where no guests will go? Who puts TWO welcome signs in their eye sore of a bathroom that's upstairs where no guests will ever go? ME! That's who! Our house was built in 1890 and I think our bathroom was put in right around the same time ;) It is seriously outdated. When we moved in there were other rooms that needed our attention first, and this bathroom was upstairs, so it was really for just our use, so it stayed as is. It had old, worn out flooring, peeling wallpaper, and terrible lighting. Those few things we attempted to fix, but about now, ten years living in this house, and I am ready to run into the Bathroom Crasher from HGTV anytime. We keep putting off any big redo because it will be severely inconvenient. It has our only shower/tub, our laundry room is attached to it, and it is right next to our bedroom. We would almost have to move out to do a proper makeover. So Bathroom Crasher guy, come my way! We have pink tile that surrounds the entire bathroom. Can you imagine the mess in taking that out? When I decided to take the wallpaper down and paint a few years ago, I got impatient and not only took the wallpaper off, but most of the top layer of the dry wall too. Jamie loved me for that one! A few years into living here we decided to do a short term redo of the old, grungy floor. We bought the laminate, made an outline of the bathroom, and cut away! We had this one in the bag, we nailed it. Was going to look great! Well, being new homeowners (and lets face it...just being generally stupid), we soon realized we traced the outline on the back of the new flooring instead of the front, so it was reverse of what it needed to be. In it went anyway, while attempting to hide our incorrect cuts under garbage cans and hampers. The year of Anna Nicole's death trial (2007 I think), I decided to tear apart and clean the laundry room off the bathroom that February break, and since I was addicted to that trial by then, I just about demanded that I needed a TV in the bathroom while I worked so I didn't miss a thing... and then it would also be great for bath time and stuff (yep, I'm weird), like nice hotels have LOL. So a TV went in. Funny, I don't feel like I am in a fancy hotel. So here it is. I refuse to show the whole, awful thing but you'll get the picture. Please don't judge me ;)