My Bathroom

So, the second floot bathroom is where all the mischief began. The water source to the toilet came loose from the wall the day after I tiled the floor, flooding the second floor, first floor and basement. A month later, after the dry-out contractor took his last fan away and I got past the funk, I was able to get back to work.

After glazing the tub, I stripped the window so I could finish it. It looked really good, hard to tell from these pix. I took them with my iPhone.

Next I stripped and finished the wood trim for the doorway. I said strip. He he he. Notice, there's a whole lot less paint, etc left over on the wood. Getting better with time.

Diane noticed the missing face plate. Details, details. Guess I'm not perfect.

Here are views of the other three walls when finished: the medicine cabinet, the window wall, and the mirror wall.

Glazin the Tub

Glazin the tub is nothing like praying the to the porcelain God; it's painting a new face on an old appliance. I did this myself with a brush-on epoxy paint. The tub was glazed once before the flood but, with moving it, the dry-out stirring up a lot of dust and dripping paint on it, the tub needed a new coat after the flood damage was fixed.

So, this is the final product. It doesn't have a perfect surface. If you could see this up close, you'd see brush strokes. If I were a perfectionist, I'd have a professional do this with a spray machine; it's the only way you have a chance at an even surface. And the fumes, forgetaboutit! But, this tub has never looked so good and, after all, I'm not going to serve dinner on it.

What a Waste!

Through some stroke of luck, my contractor put piping for the third floor laundry, toilet and sink at the top of his list. It might have something to do with him wanting to use the room to edit a tv show he's producing for cable - a cooking show. I am surrounded by genius!

Anyway, he broke through the stairwell to access the second floor bath pipes and this is what the waste stack looked like, crack, hole and all. Right there in my wall was this time bomb spewing gas! Here are the rest of the pieces from the wall. Just look at that joint!

Jamieson to the rescue: he not only ran all the plumbing from the second floor to the third, he replaced the whole waste stack. I was particularly impressed with his labels. What a nifty idea, anticipating someone would have to tear out that wall again to access the pipes. It better not happen while I'm here, though.

The Before Photos are Here

Go here to see pix of the house as it looked when I took possession: