Chris found a puddle in the basement a week or so ago, so he checked on all the usual, leaky, suspects - specifically the pipes behind the washing machine. Those pipes are to be thanked for the stellar education afforded to the children of our plumber. Also, the plumber's dog will now be able to go to college. Praises be.
Those pipes were not leaking. So Chris checked a few other things, which were also not leaking. But he was getting close, by golly, so he did some investigative drilling in our bathroom wall....
It seems Chris is getting a skosh cavalier with the drywall.
I was going to take more pictures of our bathroom for you, but that would have required that I do some cleaning and quite frankly I'm not in the mood.
I was going to show you how great parts of it look. And how not great other parts of it look.
Like the rest of the first floor, the bathroom has been semi-renovated (I just typed "removated," which is totally Freudian wishful thinking). Chris stripped the walls, took out the Design By Crack House medicine cabinet, removed the lights from where THEY WERE THUMBTACKED to the wall, and replaced some circa 1950's accessories, e.g. this toilet paper roll holder, that were more suited to a warehouse bathroom.
I have more pictures from before the renovations, but will spare you. You're welcome.
Chris put up new sheet rock over the bathtub, before the upstairs neighbors had a chance to drop their toothbrushes through the floor and onto our heads while we showered. He also filled in the hole where the crack house mirror was. And he did a few other things but I don't remember what.
Then we skipped merrily to Ikea and spent about $40 on new everything. Like this lovely towel rack. And so now - aside from the hole in the wall - we have the most beautiful bathroom in the house.
(If you don't look down.)
If you look down, you see linoleum that's stained and curling up at the edges. You see waterproofing glop that was applied willy-nilly a very long time ago. You see pipes for our forced hot water heat, which no longer have a cover (you know, the pipes with the dust-collecting fins encircling them).
If you use our bathroom, I suggest you not look down.
It's really very much like this blog, our bathroom. I get to pick the things I look at, and if YOU don't look down, it all looks pretty great.
In other words, Jane Austin has her eye on our walnut mirror, while Joyce Carol Oates cannot stop staring at the linoleum.
And Chris? Cannot be trusted with power tools.