In January, Patrick and I called a truce with the house. We did nothing more demanding or strenuous than cooking and cleaning. We entertained. It was lovely. Then we hopped off a plane from Miami, drove home, and immediately started our home-improvement engines.
The vinyl floor came up, the ceramic tile went down. The vanity turned yellow. The medicine cabinet found a new home, and a new light came to live in its place. I'm working on painting up an old mirror to hang above the sink.
She's a few miles from done, yet, clearly, but the big jobs are over. The vinyl is gone. The classy, clean, 1920s-hotel-bathroom-tile is down. I learned how to grout, and how to use a tile saw. It was good times.
Things are looking more and more like my inspiration pic each day...
But first, the decidedly unglamorous jobs of applying haze remover, reinstalling and painting baseboards, and applying grout sealer. Ah, DIY.