Scuzzy Bathroom #2 NO MORE!

A week and a half ago, my Jonnie got a new job. He told his firm two weeks ago Friday, and they didn't want to talk about it till Monday. On Monday at 3:30, he tracked down the partner he was supposed to chat with to see how long they wanted him to stay, etc. He called me a few minutes later to say that he was packing up his office and coming home from that firm for the last time as soon as his office was dismantled. Hmmmmm, I thought.....what can I have him do before he starts new firm next Monday?

RIP OUT SCUZZY BATHROOM #2, OF COURSE

and rip it out, he did. and now, it's well on it's way to being a muy fabuloso bathroom instead of scuzzy bathroom #2.

Let me tell you a bit about scuzzy bathroom #2:

1) It had carpet
2) No matter what you did, it had a slight scent of pee (prior owners included 4 of the male persuasion)

QUICK INTERRUPTION:

I will now explain to you why I don't blog as often as I used to:
Esther came into my "office" all wet a few seconds ago. Hmmm, I thought. This is fishy. I walked into the family room, and saw an overturned bowl with the remains of vanilla soy milk dumped out if it. Ah ha! You little stinker, you! And then I happened to glance at the floor and down the hall. Wet clumps of toilet paper. Uh oh! I could've sworn that I closed the bathroom door. Nope. Open. More wet clumps of toilet paper all over said floor. And then I peak into the toilet:

A green froggy bowl from Ikea, a stainless steel spoon from Crate and Barrel, and more clumps of t.p. I grabbed the little monsty and set her in her crib. Lucky thing, cause I found the rest of the brand new toilet paper roll, sopping wet in the middle of her little flower rug. And more clumps.

She's still in her crib. With just a diaper. And if things go as well as they did on this day, I'm going to be loving life in a few minutes. But I just can't get her and clean up the mess. I have strep throat (for the second time in 3 months) and I think that earns me a GET-OUT-OF-CLEANING-UP-ESTHER'S-HUGE-MESS pass, do not pass go, do not collect $200. Don't you? Thank goodness Jon got a new job and they're amenable to alternative work schedules. Guess who's on his happy way home right now? You guessed it. He'll have a nice clean-up surprise waiting for his arrival.

Back to number 3:
3) Beautiful faux marble countertop (gray and white) for the "I'm not rich, but I'm trying" effect.
4) A toxic shower made of laminated particle board--or something close to it--complete with orange mold that wouldn't go away, a broken glass door, and the most disgusting track (for the door).

I still think that a carpeted bathroom is about the dumbest thing on the planet.

So now, I'll tell you what we've/Jon [has] done:

--Tiled the shower with white honeycomb tile
--Tiled the floor with variagated seafoom-ish tile from Heath Ceramics (supposedly one of the best and most artistic tile companies in America--I heard it from a very in-the-know realtor)---I went to their factory in Sausalito and bought overstock for $5 sq ft instead of $27.
--Spent a load of moolah at Home Depot Expo on the prettiest, sleekest vanity and faucet and matching showerhead/handle for the shower.
--Bought a new toilet that supposedly can flush 30 golf balls at once. HALLELUJAH!
--Spent hours looking at our beautiful half-finished non-scuzzy bathroom. Even if we never finished it and made it functional, it's still better than when it was scuzzy bathroom #2.

I'll post pictures when we're done.

I better go check on the Monsty. I hear interesting noises from the bedroom.