Things have gotten pretty heavy around here lately, huh? I guess when I’m sharing about life stuff it’s bound to be messy.
I’ve been thinking it’s time for a lighter post. So I’ve decided to tell you about our bathroom remodel. Because really I can’t think of much that’s lighter than talking about a bathroom.
We moved into our house three and half years ago. And when we bought it, it was pretty much move-in ready. That was one of the things that was appealing to us about the house. Besides a couple small things, the changes we wanted to make were purely cosmetic.
However, there was one room in the house which we never really liked. The master bathroom. It’s not even worthy of the word “master.” It’s more like a small hallway with a toilet, two sinks and a shower smooshed into it.
It’s so small I couldn’t even take a picture of it because I couldn’t get far enough away.
In addition to the inconvenient size, there was a aquamarine laminate countertop. Which I made worse by, in a unexplained lapse of any decorating sense, painting the walls asparagus green. (I blame it on pregnancy brain.) There was a door to a tiny little toilet room in which you literally had to sit down in order to close the door. There was a shower with white tile, moldy grout and a totally useless seat. To top it all off, a wall-sized mirror magnified the ugliness.
Witness the atrocity..
Once we decided against moving to Portland, we figured it was time to do something about the horrid bathroom. Although we didn’t have many options in the way of moving walls or reconfiguring things space-wise, we could at least update them.
So we did.
I know, in the grand scheme of life, a newly remodeled bathroom isn’t really that big of a deal. But sometimes little changes make a big difference. And in some ways, this feels like a fresh start, a good parallel of what’s going on in our life.
Next up on the remodel list … our “walk-in” closet.
P.S. We know a really great general contractor if anyone needs a recommendation. He goes above and beyond in every way. He even shoveled our driveway one morning when Chris was gone.