Showing posts with label bathroom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bathroom. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Bathroom: check.

This weekend we reached a major milestone in the reno-sched, as the upper bathroom received its finishing touches. Everything works, water comes out where it's supposed to and goes where it's needed and it's proven pretty liveable in the last few days we've been able to enjoy it. Two bumps on the road proved a tad annoying, but fixable, and we're now sitting at about 98% completion (the remaining 2% is not really noticeable, just some things that have to be done...sometime).
One of these headaches scared me to no end. My Dad was downstairs (oh, this is Nik for this post, btw) and I was having a shower in the new stall, quite enjoying being able to bathe in my own home standing up for the first time. I finish and head downstairs where my looks at me and says "Hate to say it, but your shower leaks." Now, a fully tiled custom shower is a bit of an undertaking, if you can imagine, and "leak" is the one word buzzing in the back of one's mind throughout the whole construction process like a mosquito in a one-man tent. My heart sank a little and I shuddered at the thought of pulling out new tile to TRY and find a leak. I had previously left the drywall off the back of the shower to ensure that once the water was on I could check for leaks in the plumbing and showerhead connections (none surfaced). I also was a bit puzzled because I knew I was careful throughout the whole process, and even ordered quite a big amount of special waterproofing membrane, installing it to the tee, to make sure I would never have this problem. I was counting on my shower lasting for about 50 years, and 15 minutes seemed a bit short on that goal. Anyways, before this gets out of hand, I'll just cut to the chase and say that after cutting a hole in the wall, I determined that the leak was from the main showerhead (there are also 4 body sprays, a bit excessive I know). I unscrewed the neck and found no teflon tape on the threads. A simple fix that woulda been nice to do without having to repair more drywall, but them's the breaks. I won't tell you who my helpful helper was who installed that showerhead, I'm far too kind...
The next blunder in the story was one entirely of my own doing. Maybe. I'm not sure if the instructions and diagrams written by what must have been a kindergarten focus group weren't entirely to blame, but I digress. Anyway, after the floor was laid and finished and I proceeded to install the bathtub, I was greeted with this nice little discrepancy:Yup, put the holes in the wrong spot. Meaning I had to do this:
And then move some pipes and drains down underneath as well. Again, not a huge deal, but definitely annoying. Here's the tile install almost finished (with holes lying unknowingly in the wrong spots):
AND, here's the finished room, with the always curious little monkey sneaking into a few:






Finally, I had a playoff-beard of sorts going on while I was working on the bathroom (1 part motivation, 1 part too lazy to shave without a proper shower/mirror/sink), so during one of my first showers, I was able to part with the muskrat that roamed my face the last few weeks. Chip forgot what I look like clean shaven, I think, as he was waiting when I got out and was pretty surprised at my smooth-as-his-bum appearance:
Next up: Laundry Room/Powder Room/ Back entrance.










Thursday, August 12, 2010

Yesterday's happenings.

So yesterday was the big border run. We've completely capitalized on the fact that we live 40 minutes from the American border and buying things from the States on the cheap is pretty accessible for us. We feel a little bit bad not supporting the local market, but it's seriously hard to justify spending 50 - 100% more on something that was made in another country anyways.

At any rate, we had to go and pick up some things. I knew this was going to be a big run and bororowed our good friend Trev's big 15 passenger van. I took out the seats, except for one bench so the boys could be legal...oh, and it's much safer than letting them play in the back whilst driving. I might just win some award for being so diligent with my kids safety (and I'm totally kidding...it makes me cringe to see some of the things that we see on the road with regards to kids and car seats/seat belts etc)

So, we picked up the van and off we went. I checked the gas gauge to make sure that I wouldn't run out...just over 3/4 of a tank, perfect. I figured I'd top up in the States and save a little (a lot) on gas.
We were driving and I noticed the gauge getting closer to full, and as I pulled in I thought wow, I'm almost at full, I guess I won't top up here.

I got all of my packages (about 20 of them, Nik ordered our plumbing stuff and it all came in separate boxes) and the two skids (a bathtub and floor tile) and headed outta there! The border was fun, actually, no lies. So we were driving and driving and I heard a beep beep, and saw a little gas pump light up. Oh heavens, it dawned on me that the gauge was getting closer to empty...not full. This, admittedly, was one of the blondest moments, of.my.life.

My husband has nothing to say about it, though I'm sure he's bursting with pride.
The boys had lots of fun in the car and loved getting out of the living room...I mean house.

Our tub and tile (seriously folks, 3.00/sq foot for travertine as opposed to 10.00 here)


plumbing


the van