A few years ago my friend posted a quote about procrastination:
The work you do while you procrastinate is probably the work you should be doing for the rest of your life. –Jessica Hische
Upon first read the concept was interesting, but it’s full weight didn’t hit me until much later. I think the delayed reaction was due to my professional youth – at the time I was earning spurs on my first national brand and consuming knowledge from my veteran boss like a dry sponge. The specificity of the industry (marketing) was far less important to me than the unique opportunities I had to carry more responsibility than normal for my age.
After a good while, though, my rate of absorption began to slow. As a wise man once said, “in this department of life, as in every other, thrills come at the beginning and do not last.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with the remodeled bathroom.
Thanks for following along!
The wide angle lens definitely makes the room look larger, but to give you an idea of the size I started with, the original wall would have been between the two mirrors. Yes, it was very, very small.
We couldn’t be more happy with the sink (you can read more about it here). Two people can get ready very comfortably.
Perhaps the best part about the sink is the illusion of spaciousness that it gives when you walk in. The tile naturally draws your eyes across the floor, and being able to see more square footage (as opposed to a vanity cabinet front) makes the space feel roomy.
Another choice we made was to run the beadboard from floor to ceiling. Generally people put wainscoting 4-5 feet up the wall and break it with chair rail. Since there is so little open wall space, we thought that breaking vertical lines would work against us by making the space feel more busy and cramped. It worked wonderfully – the continuous lines along the tile and up the walls maintain a clean, spacious feel.
It was actually extremely difficult to take a clean shot at this angle without myself in it. The lens was at 10mm, I was standing on my tip-toes holding the camera in the corner of the walls and ceiling, and it took about 40 shots of trial and error to get the positioning just right. (Also, I stepped on the LCD screen of our scale, and broke it. I promptly told my wife that I just broke the scale. We haven’t gotten another one, so tell me if I start to fill out.)
The sink had two mounting brackets cast into the mold. A few trips to home goods stores to find the right toilet paper hanger, and another trip to Home Depot for some hardware, and we had ourselves a custom toilet paper holder tucked perfectly under the sink.
Storage. High five!
We came a long, long way.
The built-in cabinet worked out marvelously, and there’s more storage space than we use.
This point in the project was critical to me: I was able to move back into my own house. For two months I was graciously housed by my parents, but the long late-night commute after hard physical labor, after long days at the desk, was starting to wear on me.
After moving the few essentials I”d taken to my parents back into my own castle, I called my good friend and master carpenter Victor Berg about helping me piece together a suitable cabinet for storage.
We talked through several different options, made even more measurements, and settled on the conclusion that utilizing every inch of storage space was never a bad idea in a bathroom that small. We plotted a floor-to-ceiling, two-section built in cabinet.
Victor was a phenomenal teacher both in selecting the best pieces of wood from the lumber yard and in teaching casino online me how to plan cuts, choose the right edges to glue, and run a board through a router straight and safely.
Below are a few pictures of the cabinet in the shop.
I”ll post final pictures of it in the next post, which will be the final “after” shots.
If installing trim felt like bounding progress with every hiss of the nail gun, installing fixtures felt like victory with every turn of the wrench.
My friend Steven and I had an aggressive goal: install the toilet, tub, and sink in one night. See my notes on the pictures below to see how we did.
Just bringing the tub from my shop into the house was glorious. And difficult: that tub isn’t light, and it had to be turned on its side to fit through the door. I am glad that I had the foresight to measure the tub to make sure it would fit through the door before finishing the outside wall. I probably would have wept if I’d missed that and had to tear wall out to get the bathtub in the room.
Interestingly, the most difficult part of making the tub work – from paint to plumbing – was installing the feet. The parts are simple enough: grooves in the bottom of the tub, a shim, and the foot. For some reason, though, it was amazingly difficult to re-attach the feet evenly.
When we used to remove claw foot tubs from old buildings we would always find coins under the feet.
We did end up trying to use quarters as shims at one point, but it didn’t work very well for us. An hour of finagling did the trick, and when we finally flipped it over we were as close to level as we were going to get.
Next up was the sink. Older wall mounted basins are tricky to install faucets on because there’s a limited amount of space between the back of the sink and the wall. Trial and error with a handful of washers gave us the right spacing for the 90º fittings, and the sink followed on the tubs heels into the bathroom.
Fortunately, my math was good during the framing stage, and the supports I’d tied into the studs lined up perfectly for the brackets.
As I said before, this sink is really, really heavy. The thin cast iron wall brackets provided good support, but I didn’t like the thought of hundreds of pounds of metal crashing on to my bare feet. Wandering at Home Depot led me to some wonderful prefabricated brackets that matched the dimensions for my sink perfectly. The icing on the cake? They were already white, so installation was as easy as placing them and driving screws into the wall.
Once the brackets were in, we finished installing the drainage for the sink. The chrome p-trap looks marvelous against the black underside of the sink.
Steven’s advice on the type of faucet to purchase was much appreciated: buy one that you can service from the front, because you don’t want to have to unmount your sink from the wall to do routine maintenance. We heeded his instruction and purchased an industrial grade foodservice fixture from T&S Brass. Not only is it built like a thank, but their factory is about 20 miles from where we live, so parts and service will be easily accessible.
Installing the actual pipes for the tub supply and drain wasn’t too bad. Drilling through the tile, on the other hand, was a bit nerve-racking. All-in-all the process was fairly smooth, and we were thrilled with the shiny sharpness of the chrome.
Over time, cast iron will tend to crack ceramic tile if there is direct contact between the two. I bought porcelain ‘tub coasters’ to avoid this. With a few creative items under two of the feet, we made up the last bit of difference in leveling, and the installation was complete.
It has been exactly 90 days since the last update, and for good reason. March, the month before our April 7 wedding, was perhaps the busiest time of my life to date. Between frantically finishing the bathroom, wrapping up wedding details, and moving my wife’s entire life into our home, items an endless to-do list competed for our attention every minute of every day.
The good news is that the bathroom is finished (it’s gorgeous), and I’m married (to a phenomenal woman, also gorgeous).
Now, to pick up where we left off.
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After the tile was grouted and the grout cured, I cleared ample space around the mitre saw in my shop to get ready for trim work. Overall, the process wasn’t bad, just slow. I’m not an amazing carpenter, but I’m not bad either. That generally means I measure twice, cut a little long for safety, mark the difference with a pencil and cut again.
Doing trim gave me a second wind in the project because the progress was so visible. Up until this point, I felt as though most phases were characterized by long bouts of labor with minimal visible results. Working on the same thing and feeling like you’re not moving that far forward is discouraging. Trim, though, makes an immediate difference, event when it’s not painted. Every time you tack a new piece in, the room looks a little cleaner and a little more complete.
I was really pleased with the results – the lines turned out really clean. I did learn that caulk is a wonderful friend in an old house: crooked walls and straight cuts are hard to make up, and a few awkward spots required extra finish work. White trim, white walls, and white caulk made my work look really good, maybe better than my actual ability. I can’t imagine how much time and skill would take to install stained wood trim with perfect joints.
For a bit of detail on the actual trim, see my comments on several of the pictures.
If the wall looks slightly curved, that’s because it is.
I decided to track down the same traditional ‘picture molding’ that is in several other rooms of my house. While it may not have been characteristic of the period to have the molding in the bathroom, I think it really added to the overall look and feel. To be honest, though, the best part is that the ceiling line is so crooked from the bent joists (remember this?) that normal crown would have been an absolute nightmare to hang. Win-win.
I believe that when they built this house in the late 40s, it was much easier to mill two separate pieces of wood for base molding: the base board and the top cap (the rounded decorated bit at the top). Luckily, Home Depot sells these components – made out of composite materials instead of wood – and they look really darn close to the original stuff.
So fresh and so clean-clean.
Whoa, this picture looks greenish-yellowy. Must have been late.
I salvaged the casing and the jamb from the original bathroom door so that the entrance would look identical to all of the others in the house.
Trimming out the window was fun, but time consuming – learning as you go means that you have to be extra-careful.
Because this is a new window retro-fitted into the original opening, a standard stool (the flat part) wasn’t going to work. I made measurements and worked with my carpenter friend to trim and route a custom piece. (It still feels good whenever I set something on it, knowing I formed it out of raw wood.)
The trim doesn’t look great with only one coat of primer on, but I thought I’d include this to show some of the more time-consuming detail work. The end-caps for the piece of trim under the stool are really hard to get right, and if the corner doesn’t look really clean, it’s extremely noticeable. The final product looks a lot better than this picture with a little sanding and paint, but I was really happy with the precision.
The final coats of paint on the ceiling and bead board were just dry when Ben and I started in on the tile this past Thursday. As usual, Ben showed me the ropes and we moved very quickly laying the new floor.
Other than running out of thin set and prolonging the project to two days instead of one, everything went incredibly smoothly. We were shocked by how little tile we had leftover – literally any less wouldn”t have been enough. Also, it just so happened that waste from cutting the 12×12 sheets on one end of the room fit perfectly to make up space on another wall. In Ben”s words, “This just doesn”t happen. Ridiculous.” Once the mortar cures, I”ll grout, and then the real fun begins.
The best part of the process was seeing Julie light up when online casino she saw the tile.
The master, showing me how to lay out the room.
Yours truly, learning on the job. Tile isn”t so difficult, but I highly recommend recruiting someone who can show you which mistakes to avoid.
Straighter lines than I expected. Now it’s completed, I can justify buying new floor cleaning products. A friend recommended Bissell products to me.
Progress is a funny thing. Everything we accomplished up to finishing sheetrock was great, but much of the time it didn”t feel like leaps and bounds were being made. It felt more like we were pouring hours and hours into the same-looking construction zone.
Putting bead board up, finishing the ceiling, and replacing the window changed everything. Each hour of labor made the worksite look more like a finished water closet.
The 7 days between hanging drywall and having finished walls and ceiling were quite a blur of work, and fairly taxing on my sleep schedule. We”re cooking with gas now, though, and next up is tile.
Extra-special thanks are due to Eric Whitlock for helping hang breadboard on the three largest walls (and letting me borrow his nail-set), my dad for tackling the seam in the ceiling with the first two rounds of mud (and doing a mighty fine job that, with some careful sanding and feathering, made for a near-perfect finish), and my brother-in-law Ben, for his ever-perfect measurements.
I found this Porter-Cable 150psi buy viagra online compressor (and hose) at a roadside garage sale for $40, just days before we were going to hang bead board. I had heard my dad constantly complain about his cheap, stubborn, and inconsistent compressor, so I gave the find to him as a gift. Of course, he let me borrow it for my project.
First sheet up. Starting to look like a bathroom.
Man or giant? Whitlock nail setting the first seam.
The finished room. Looking good!
Ceiling mudded and sanded.
My beautiful (and hard-working) fiancée, rolling on the first swaths of paint.
Old window removed. God provided us a summer-esque evening to work in.
Making a giant hole in the side of your house is a strange feeling. Also, windows are far easier to replace than you”d think.
A new window was worth not having to re-glaze this fossil.
So fresh and so…good at actually keeping heat and cool inside the house.
If I could pick one person to hang drywall with, it would be my brother-in-law Ben Stoner. Not only can he add and subtract fractions in his head with deftness, he”s a master of the tape measure and can think 3 steps ahead when making cuts. I”d actually cut my teeth on hanging sheetrock with him when I helped him finish off the attic space in a house not too far from my own. More than anything, though, we can communicate on the same page, and that makes the entire process much, much more smooth.
As if the week hadn”t been long enough, Ben”s availability meant that we started hanging the ceiling late Saturday afternoon. We were on quite a roll despite having to fabricate a few custom ceiling supports where a seam didn”t line up on a joist.
We were making such good time, in fact, that we decided to go ahead and start hanging walls. We charged forward with a tape measure, jab saw, and sheetrock knife, and we were able to finish hanging the three main walls. We worked for hours straight, and it was after midnight by the time we made our way out the door.
And this is the part where my exhaustion rears it”s ugly head. The next morning, as I was lying in bed thinking through the next steps and which materials were left, I sensed a slowly sinking realization that there were several rolls of unopened insulation in my shop. Insulation that was meant for the walls. Whoops.
When I told Ben, we both had a good laugh and kicked ourselves for such an obvious fluke.
Overall, the repercussions were minimal – my dad and I pulled the walls down, installed insulation, and had the walls back up in short order.
Next up: bead board.
There”s no teacher like a good mistake, and my dad had the biggest laugh of all. “Now casino online that”s a good story to tell.”
Three walls re-installed.
The finished product. The joists on the lefthand side of the room weren”t exactly square, so getting the sheet up required a few additional screws around the light fixture. Thank goodness for drywall mud.
We”re waiting to put the walls on the outside until we have a working bathroom. Finish work at night will be much easier when I can actually take up residence in the house again.
Friday night I was exhausted: we went from a fully functional bathroom the previous Saturday to a demolished, cleaned, plumbed, sub floored, and framed room in only a handful of days. I was up early again on Saturday, though, to meet one of the nicest guys I’ve had the privilege of knowing. Caleb is the husband of one of Julie’s good friends, and he just so happens to be a sharp electrician.
We met at the house before the world was awake, sipped good coffee, fired up a healthy dose of California rock’n’roll, and re-wired the entire bathroom by the time the neighbors were starting their days. A heartfelt thanks to him for offering his early weekend morning to help us out.
Remnants of the old wiring.
Dear bathroom: meet your new friend, the fan. I think you’ll get along swimmingly.
If you look at the back joist (the ‘lower’ one in the picture) as compared to the top, there’s quite a difference in straightness, and it’s not due to the camera lens. (This actually caused a bit of an issue when hanging drywall in the ceiling, but we’ll cover that later.)
This doesn’t have to do with wiring, but if you look at the joists, you can see shims that I ripped and attached between the top plate of the new wall and the old plaster portion of the ceiling. Drywall is thinner than plaster, and making up the difference is necessary in order to avoid obvious seams or lines on the finished surface. In theory, of course.
After the plumbing was finished last Monday, my dad and I took to the lumber and framed in the new wall. We gained 12 square feet, which sounds small, but makes a big difference relative to the original footprint.
We were able to get the sticks up in one night, and I spend the next two nights problem solving boxes for medicine cabinets, tie-ins for a shelf, and supports for the wall-hung sink. By Friday night, we had ourselves a completely framed-in room.
Old trusty. Wondering what the metal grating is? That’s the heater. For the entire house.
If you look at the right side of the photo, you’ll see the dining room door that we are closing off.