Update

The bathroom renovation is over!

The one thing Harry and I agreed to do (to the house) before we even bought it was to enlarge and modernize (i.e., add a claw foot tub!) the single (cramped and shabby) bathroom. Life intervened: the basement flooded and several appliances bit the dust; so it was a year and a half, not to mention several thousands of dollars, after moving in that we embarked on our pet project.

And now it's done. We have an airy, pleasant space, sans badly-laid antique tiles, hateful shower-plus-inadequate-for-bathing-tub and useless closet. . .Harry says he has to remind himself not to sit sideways on the toilet now that there is actually enough room for his knees! The sink doesn't rock anymore, so Rufus the cat who MUST DRINK FROM THE TAP can jump up without teetering. . .







While it was going on, I once or twice considered posting about the horror that is renovation but decided that a, this sort of thing is all over the internet and b, ours wasn't really all that bad. We did go for a week or so without a shower - Harry says the garden hose in the heat was really quite pleasant - but we never once had recourse to a Port-o-san. The work did take about twice as long as predicted, but I watch Holmes on Homes and I know for a fact this is par for the course and counted us lucky. Plus of course c, having the household in an uproar was just too good an excuse for not blogging (or doing much of anything else for that matter) to pass up.