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Monday, May 2, 2011
Before and After: Bathroom Floors
When we moved in to our house in 2004, the floor was white and black and peel and stick tiles with an 80s "paint splatter" wall paper border. It was also home to our washer and dryer. (That's what you get when you buy a 1970s Colonial) We laid new peel and stick tile right away, but when we added an addition with a laundry room a few years later, the tiles under the appliances were completely ripped apart. When T built a closet in their place, he left the subfloor exposed with grand intentions of laying new linoleum the next weekend. And then many, many weekends passed.
I love T. He is handy. He is a hard worker. But he is at work quite a bit. When he is home, taking on a big project has to be his idea, or it just won't happen. So when he announced bright and early one weekend morning not too long ago that he felt like laying new linoleum in the downstairs bath, I squealed with joy inside. I didn't want to squeal with joy on the outside and scare him off.
So here's the terrible Before:
You can see the awful black mark where the washing machine left its mark. No amount of scrubbing or cleaner would get it out!
What?! Don't you keep your toilet in the shower? We had to put it somewhere while T worked, and it certainly wasn't going in my kitchen!
I am very grateful to have married someone who is good with numbers and measuring and precision. I am good at none of those things. Had the linoleum job been delegated to me, I would have hot glued it down in scraps and filled in the gaps with cotton balls or something.
I should be honest and tell you that we almost got divorced during the course of the day because we weren't working well together.
T was getting really frustrated that his cuts weren't lining up just right. I suggested that he call his dad for help, and that was met with much disdain and a comment about how he doesn't need his dad but could I please get in there and hold the end of the linoleum up? That is how I ended up holding the end of the linoleum, bent over at an odd angle so I didn't get any folds in it (!) and my socks got stuck in the glue and then my feet were all sticky and I really just wanted to go and have a Coke.
But we didn't get divorced (which is good because we'll be married 10 years in August and I am campaigning rigorously for a good present), and we ended up with a very nice new floor. I need to touch up the baseboards, but it is so nice to have a closet with flooring!
I never thought I'd be so happy to see linoleum! It's not fancy, but it sure beats subfloor!
Back tomorrow with Session #7 in my Commenting 101 blogging series.
Linking to Sarah's Before and After Party!