And so it begins.
The great masterbath remodel of 2016 (mbr16) is officially underway. I realize that the title of this post is a #firstworldproblem, and a tad flippant considering humanity’s real refugee crisis, but let us step back from serious real world problems for a bit, for I am now a bathroom refugee. I have had a bathroom attached to my bedroom for my entire adult life. My first condo after college had an en-suite. (Confession: I know this term solely from watching HGTV programs.) Our first starter home had an en-suite. And our current, comfortable family home that we have been in for over 25 years has an en-suite. And now, for the next 3 (ha!) to 6 (hopefully no longer!) weeks, I will be trucking down the hall to a bathroom.
That bit about the 25 years? Therein lies the problem. The bathroom is divided into two parts. Part 1, open to the bedroom, is a dressing area with 2 walk-in closets, comfortably large single-sink vanity, small linen closet with hamper, AND previous owner’s wallpaper with at least 2 different shades of beige trim paint. Part 2, separated with an actual door, contains the toilet, terrazzo tile (not awful, but can you say 50’s?), and a small walk-in shower with a very narrow door, very grungy and/or missing grout, and a low showerhead.
The final result is supposed to be NEW flooring throughout, a larger NEW shower with a bench and a larger door, a smaller but NEW vanity with a NEW larger sink, NEW wallpaper, and all fresh paint that matches. We don’t often do “new” on such a grand scale around here and I am both excited and apprehensive. I feel like we’re heading into a bit of a crapshoot, we haven’t picked out any of the new stuff but the old is being demolished as I type. Truly, there is no turning back now.
Yeah, I suppose we could’ve lived with the old for another 25 years, but I am looking forward to a vast improvement over this:
Maybe, maybe not. All I know is I need to get used to wrapping myself in a towel again for my dripping treks down the hallway.