The new shower room is taking shape nicely.
Planning and preparation aren't my strong points, so the new room has been cobbled together in episodes, mostly in the wrong order. The plumbing was so frequently interrupted (snow, non-deliveries, damaged goods, plumber's flu) that the Lovely Son had time to put the flooring down after I switched from indecisive to impulsive about it, even if it was all a bit rushed before the end of his visit.
But the sanding and filling, the woodwork, the decorating, the general attention to detail that should have been thought about well in advance just didn't get done, and now I have an almost-finished room to work methodically through, belatedly putting things in order.
Want a look?
Keep two things in mind: this is a budget bathroom, most items bought online (at great prices), and the pictures were taken by the light of
There has yet to be boxing-in of pipes, sanding and painting of door, fitting of new rim lock and old door knobs. Richie has a hole in the corner to fill and a little sealant to apply, and will be back on Wednesday to do that; I will do the rest, and soften the look a little with pictures and little odds and ends, as yet unchosen. The Lovely Son will replace a length of wrecked skirting board behind the cupboard the next time he comes home.
Things need to go on the walls - a large mirror, a small shelf, once its nasty sticky brown varnish has been painted over. Somewhere to keep my lifetime's supply of beautiful soaps.
All quite satisfactory, I think. I shall try to stop worrying about having sacrificed a bedroom.
But what excites me the most is..... having a working loo. Within reach of my bedroom, and no stairs to negotiate at 4 a.m. How civilised....
The Inspector, of course, has been keeping a close eye on progress; she will be back later in the week to sign it all off. And maybe have a snooze on the towels.