Unavoidable. We were redoing the bathroom & I’d nowhere to hide. Not under the bowling ball counters, nor in the bath and certainly not behind the toilet.
To re-do our only bathroom: we had to demolish the entire beast – our unspeakably criminal bathroom – in one ugly go.
And, um…. what about the toilet? Our one and only? What, ummm… what happens to that?
The toilet could hang on for dear life, for as long as possible, as long as it stayed out of the way. After that, it’d be the two of us hanging on for dear life. We’d get all the walls de-wallpapered, skim coated, and painted. We’d take… the bowling ball counter sink tooooooo the city dump! Once that was finished, we’d turn to the floor and toilet exchange.
Timberrrrrrrr!
We found ourselves with a 4-day weekend and thought “that will be plenty of time! Redoing a bathroom takes 96 hours and nothing more! We’ll bathe like respectable human beings by Monday night!” Ha. Hahahaha.
Friday morning: destruction begins. I’d already taken off as much wallpaper as I could reach, and Paolo had done a champion job at replacing the extractor fan. Out came the sink, the vanity… bye-bye bowling ball.
Real men do it in piggy slippers
Four days later: Well – we finished prepping the walls. I know, I don’t understand it either. Especially since I’m such a cracking ace at skim coating. I’d kind of lost the will to live. Compulsive wallpaper-removal should blur any notion of time. A perfect marriage of ADD:
“Ooh! That corner looks good, forget this edge, ooh how about over there?”
and OCD:
“No.single.speck.of.paste.or.paper.will.remain.once.I’m.finished.”
When you’re into it, removing wallpaper is a welcome tedium. But these walls – this wallpaper – this bathroom – I wasn’t enjoying it. The shiny blue mylar stuff peeled off in 5 seconds… and the remaining fuzzy paper backing wasn’t budging – all pain, no visible gain. Still – if you’re dying to see the bathroom, mid re-doing, without its silvery forest of whispering pines…
Back to facing facts – do you mean to tell me that redoing a small bathroom doesn’t mean instant results? Ughhh. You should have said! Hang tight, Groland, you’ll get a new home eventually.
Hey, you want a s'more? Some more of what?
Ugh. Wallpaper. Normally I would say, meh I don’t mind removing wallpaper! And then, this summer, we had to tackle the border from hell in my brother’s rental trailer. Freaking wallpaper anyways.
On a side note, wow that toilet is close to the tub eh?!
Maybe the process is vastly improved if you can see daylight?? Claustrophobia is catching.
And yes – yes it is. Tight little squeeze.