You want me to go to the bathroom where?!
I married a farmer. Quite literally. My husband grew up on 20 Mile Farm here in Cincinnati. He was the 3rd generation of his family to work that land. But 20 Mile Farm is a story for another day. Farming is relevant only in that it emphasizes my husband’s approach to projects and his staunch unwillingness to part with money. He comes from a long line of German and Dutch frugal peeps. These farmers don’t pay people to do anything.
But my husband married an incompetent and spendy Greek. Here is a quick example: in college I couldn’t rub two nickels together. When Dad would occasion to visit he would often give me 20 bucks. What did I do with $20? I did not run out & buy a bazillion raman noodle packets and thereby feed myself for weeks. No. What did dumb Spendy do? “Wooo hoo! Dinner and drinks on me girls!” And *poof* my golden ticket vanished.
Back to the story. I moved into my husband’s house, a 1960’s ranch with only 1 bathroom the day after we married. The first in a long line of necessary renovations was the bathroom. The previous owners had sponge-painted it pink. I immediately slapped some leftover paint I found in the garage just to cover up that hideousness. But, well, that was like putting lipstick on a pig.
As would become our habit, we discussed our options with his parents. After about 2 minutes of deliberation, mr. V and his parents announced we would be doing the renovations ourselves. ‘Say what?! But but but…can’t we just pay someone to do this quickly? How long will it take?! I don’t know how to do any of that!!!!’
When my protestations fell on deaf ears I resorted to hysteria. ‘PEOPLE, where do you expect me to pee?!!!’ As it turned out, the backyard. FOR TWO WEEKS.
|mr. V & his mother - only evidence of sponge city sweetheart|
|I am an unwilling participant but quickly enjoying it with every swing|
|mrs. V caught getting her hands dirty. the horror.|
|Snipping tiles and filling in gaps|
|best deal - Costco vanity for fraction of the Resto Hardware price|
|New tub, tile and hardware|
|Current state - view from hallway|
|It is small & impossible to photograph|
|Tall Stacks artwork by Richard Mantia|
|Not styled - dirty towels and bad light|
In the end, it was worth the hard work. It marked the beginning of my DIY ways. I learned how to tile, grout, drywall, soldier plumbing, cut crown molding. You know, all those finishy things that you take for granted when you walk into a bathroom. Unless you've done them yourself. Unless you've PEED in a bucket in the backyard for TWO WEEKS yourself.
kisses, mrs. V