When last I left you breathlessly awaiting updates in blog land I was about to tear in to the bathroom. The tearing started Monday morning and it ended up being much more involved than I thought it was going to be.
But that's OK. My Plan A usually leaves a little something to be desired. My Plan B is usually the stuff of legends.
Bethany and I have been hard at it for the past three days. Monday was the stripping and prep work. Tuesday saw the painting of the paneling, the removal of the old sink and the discovery that the vinyl floor would have to be replaced and that the paneling didn't quite cover on one side of the wall since the new sink was shorter. The new vanity, naturally, doesn't quite jive with the old plumbing. With Bryan's assistance (and without it there'd be no new sink installed) the required piece will be in hand and installed tomorrow. The light installed nicely, which was about the only thing that went right yesterday.
Which brings me to today. The painting is done inside the bathroom. There's still a little bit of the trim work left to be dipped in white, but 98% of the painting is finished. I took a quick trip to Lexington today and picked up the new floor and the new panel, which doesn't quite match but it's the best I can do and it's going to work. Tomorrow I plan to unhook the vanity, lay the new floor, slide the vanity back into place, have Bryan secure the plumbing, and then reassemble the bathroom, all in plenty of time for Saturday's epic gathering.
So if everything goes according to my plan, and there's absolutely no reason it should because nothing has so far, by this time tomorrow night I'll be soaking in my tub in my newly finished bathroom. I promise to post pictures when I'm finished.
But it's 11:40 p.m. and time for a late dinner.