The bathroom tile project is done, thanks to my industrious, and for a while, very stressed husband. The plumbing’s fixed, the tiles on, the grout’s been applied, and every remaining crevice has been caulked.
And, though you all know I would never have dreamed of whining about the situation one little bit, I am much happier now that all my necessary beauty stuff is back in our bathroom. I didn’t realize how much stuff it takes to create beauty like mine until I had to haul it out and then haul it in again.
But I digress. The picture above shows what a good job Hiram did. You can find the comparison shot at the January 31 entry. The tiles look a little pink, but in reality they are “biscuit” which is decorator talk for “off white.”
Through the whole remodeling process I learned two things. FIrst, I learned to be grateful for a master bathroom off the master bedroom. The convenience is a true gift. Second, when I moved from the kitchen bathroom to the upstairs bathroom after Anne went back to college, I discovered the upstairs bathroom needs a lot of work. The sink drains slow, the knobs on the tub are shot, the wall paper border looks tired, etc. In short, it needs remodeling.
I won’t mention that to Hiram quite yet. Using the upstairs bathroom for a month was inconvenient. Living with a cranky husband is torture. I can’t handle that right now. I’m having a hard enough time dealing with winter and cold and snow. But Hiram might want to brush up on his Shakespeare quotations in the next few weeks. You know the one I mean?
Beware the Ides of March.
