Bath Remodel: Before and After.
The bathroom remodel took at least three times as long as it should have.
Possibly four.Ā Possibly nine.
My decision-making process was gruesomely slow and drove Paul to the brink of madness.
I mean that.Ā Not in an exaggerated way.Ā But in a very accurate way.Ā It made him crazy that he could not force me to pick a tile, a grout, lights, faucets, a sink, towel bars, a shower dial thingā¦
But?Ā In my quest for the perfect bathroom / making my husband crazy?Ā I win.
Behold.
Starting this bathroom renovation was a giant step forward.
AND a giant step backwards.
It meant we finally got rid of theĀ absolutely hideous old bathroom.
But it also meant another disaster right in the center of the house.
And it came at a time when IāD HAD ENOUGH.Ā Enough mess.Ā Enough disaster.Ā Enough of junk piled everywhere and plastic drop cloths and dirt.Ā Enough of feeling like this house had eaten my life and my husband and my sanity.
Not that it mattered.Ā Because when youāre living in a construction site, you donāt get to sayāoh, la la laā¦ no more mess today.Ā You do get to feel like your hair is on fire and your teeth are being electrocuted with stress and irritation– all of your own making.
Thatās the bathroom, on the left.Ā I know.Ā Donāt be jealous.
This?Ā This color/ mess/ disaster/ hovelā¦ makes you kind of sad for me?
Well.Ā We lived with this for FAR longer than most people would tolerate.
Way, way, way longer.
That should imply that I am patient and above material comforts.Ā But instead means that I spent two years alternately lying on the floor in exhausted misery or cursing the delusion I had– of how we would move in and fix things in an organized and timely fashion.
A novice fantasy on my part– induced by house blogs written by couples so fresh and cheerful and never coming to blows. Where there is no mention of how your house might actually kill you.
It took us two years to get to this bathroomā¦ two years of constant, renovation-related chaos. Two years of never-ending projects and demolition and banging andĀ scraping and ripping out and repairing and basically living in a dumpster.
Two years worth of indoctrination for meāinto all of the ways I had failed to understand the meaning of construction.Ā And two years of indoctrination into how I married a machine.
Prior to this house, I had met Project Paul.Ā But I hadnāt comprehended the extent of his amazing superpowerāwhere he goes and lives in an alternate universe known as Project Outer Space.
Where he wears a protective spacesuit that insulates against anything that distracts from his noble and unimpeachable pursuit to finish this house.
A logistical impasse for me…Ā Because when your project-partner claims for himself the mantle of irreproachable-construction-righteousness?Ā You get the other role: project-irritant-and-captain-of-work-stoppage.
A role I have played with undying fervor and dedication.Ā Never having a sick day or calling in my understudy.Ā I have been out there, onstage, every night without fail. Ā Whether the audience likes me or not.
Itās important to say that Paul wanted me to join him in his project spaceship.Ā In fact, there was nothing he wanted more.
But only if I sat quietly and did not ask to drive.
Plus, it was incredibly crowded with both of us in there. Ā Especially since I needed to bring so much stuffāall of my precise, exacting wishes.Ā All of my refusal to compromise.Ā All of my need for shiny fanciful things that I conjured out of my head without consideration of time/effort/feasibility/cost/practicality…
All of my endless indecision and endless research and endless debating and endless discussingā¦Ā All of my endless meticulousness requiring him to triangulate the alignment of the moon and the sun and theĀ position of the toilet.
Paul sees a project as a list, a layout, a timeline, an excel spreadsheet.
And I see it as a mystical destination to be arrived at by fairy dust and magic.
Mysteriously? This has not been a seamless working relationship.
Itās mysterious because I CANNOT UNDERSTAND how anyone fails to appreciate the necessity of fairy dust.
A month ago, when I wrote about ourĀ front porch stain debacle, I said that this house had killed my aesthetic martyr.Ā But in revisiting this bathroom renovation, I realizeĀ thisĀ was the specific project that did it.
I caredĀ so muchĀ about every detailā¦ and there were so many of them.
This bathroom, for me, brought out some kind of religious fervor…Ā An exhaustive dedication to my ideal design.
I spent entire months of my life immersed in tile. And grout.Ā And crown molding.Ā And toilets and sinks and faucets.Ā And searching for my ideal, giant medicine cabinet.Ā And then designing our own.
In retrospect, the amount of time I spent thinking about marble vs. porcelain tile, and water shutoffs, and faucet handlesā¦ is utterly stupid.
Utterly. Stupid.
However, I have a high appreciation for my own stupidity.Ā Because now that itās all over?Ā It kind of looks like it was worth it.
I love you, subway tile.Ā I love you, shiny porcelain.Ā I love you, giant mirror.āØ Ā I love you, crown molding. Ā I love you, chrome. Ā I love you, transom window.
I love you heated floor. I love you, giant medicine cabinet.āØ Ā I love you faux marble tile that does not make me nine kinds of OCD.
I love you, bathroom. Ā I especially love that you are finished.
Related posts:
- Want to know where I got my fixtures?Ā Hereās the list of bathroom design details.
- Looking for something else?Ā HereāsĀ an index of all the posts about the bathroom remodel.
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February 13, 2019 @ 10:07 am
I just want you to know that your bathroom turned out beautifully. Sooo classic. I have come back to your post many times to look at that lovely medicine cabinet that you stuck between the studs. As we embark on our own bathroom re-do, I’m trying to figure out a way to do the same thing and get rid of the clunky old medicine cabinet that we once had hanging on the wall.
And…I just saw your post about your kitty. I’m so sorry. When our first feline baby died at 15 yrs old, I sobbed buckets for days. He was like a little human in our lives and brought so much joy. Know you were good kitty parents and that he had a wonderful, happy life on your porch.