There is nothing I do not hate about the hall bathroom. It was the one thing that made me think twice about this house. Here is a photo I took the first time we looked at the house:
The room is small to start with. And made even smaller with the sink and toilet on opposite walls. Apparently this didn’t bother the previous owners—since they managed to squeeze in a coat rack for their towels.
The bathroom’s layout was a really poor design. The sink and toilet were on opposite walls.
My drawing makes it look like there is plenty of room to walk around. But it’s just bad art. Here is a better idea of how little room there was:
With the original layout, the doorway prevented us from moving the sink over next to the toilet. And the plumbing prevented us from moving the toilet next to the sink.
We had two options. The first was to leave the sink and toilet on opposite walls. Actually, this was never an option, but Paul campaigned for it anyway. I pretended to listen to him and nodded like I might consider it.
The second option was for us (Paul) to move the doorway. Which is what we (me) decided to do.
Here’s the view from the hallway, before:
During:
After… Magic, eh?
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Victoria I have been contemplating whether I should tell you I love you. I kept reading your blog and in my head I have just been like, “she is hilarious, so witty and awesome, I love her. Why do I have to live in TX, we could have been buddies” Then I told myself, that I sound more than a little stalkerish. Then I read another posting and I loved you more. Then I read your awesomely authentic post about Christmas craft blogging with an ulterior purpose and for the first time ever I subscribed to email updates for a blog. Not because you have great taste and obsess over faucets and toilets, but because your voice is so clear and humorous and I always laugh, smile or feel like I have gained ammunition against my DIY hating husband. I couldn’t believe there were no postings on your first blog I decided to read from the beginning and I found a safe place to say I love you. Your blog is awesome, you are my favorite.
I read this yesterday… and I thought that if I waited to answer you, I would think of some way to explain how this is the best thing anyone has ever said to me… Ever, ever, ever… And how I may have it tattooed on my back.
Then the day got away from me, and it was time to go to Elvis Fest… which, really? I cannot wait to tell you about. In short—it was beyond awesome.
THANK you for finding me… there is something strangely satisfying in having a total stranger “get” you.
Hm. Who’da thunk you couldn’t just switch the hinges and knobs and inside door frame doodad to make the door open the other direction? Certainly not me. It’s a good thing your husband has superpowers; I totally would have messed that up, because my husband wouldn’t have allowed it, so I would have done it myself, and then he would shake his head at me and laugh as I begged him to fix it the way I wanted it. BTW I echo BergiesGirl’s sentiments… except I don’t mind that I’m being stalkerish and I promise to only online stalk you.
Now that I’ve seen your house, I’m the one who will be doing the stalking…
If I made the door-moving seem that simple? I didn’t explain it right… it was a lot of work (that I was not involved in, other than to hold stuff in place) so, is easy for me to say, oh just move this here or there, and then presto!!
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