Last summer, I purchased a home in a local suburb with the idea of getting an out-
of-date house, doing some work over the years and selling it when the kids got older for more than what I put into it. What I didn’t realize, was how many rooms of the same house could smell like piss when doing renovation and not have a general piss smell throughout the whole house.
The Lady Friend and I have been discussing doing some extra work around the home instead of solely working in my dungeon workshop. I redid the floor in a couple of the closets last fall, the deck last summer and the living room prior to Thanksgiving (minus flooring). This time, the bathroom was next up on the docket for remodeling, even if neither her nor I knew it last Thursday.
The bathroom wasn’t bad, it just screamed builder-grade, late-90’s (even though the house was built in 2004), and a desperate home-owner that hadn’t done a thing to a house in 11 years trying to salvage some resale value through sloppy updates (side note: it didn’t work).
Thankfully, they didn’t touch the bathrooms much outside of hurried paint jobs. This is good as everything else I have fixed in the house has all been their work (my god, how do you manage to screw up laminate floor). Unfortunately, I’ve been forced to live with a God-awful pee-yellow bathroom since June 2017. Last weekend, that all changed.
Over the next few weeks, I’ll be detailing out my process on remodeling the bathroom, including what I did, why I did it and how much stuff I messed up (not a ton (spoiler: it’s mostly that I didn’t take enough before pictures), but it’s only a 30 square foot room).
Next up will be the extensive planning that I didn’t do.