Macho Mom

No, not on the soccer field. Just me with my trusty wrench, drill, safety glasses and pry bar. Remember how I vowed that I would give up on the no show plumbers and do the blasted job myself? Remember? So I unhooked the sink. So far, so good. No floods. Then I got a new sink and vanity off Craigs list. So far, so good. It didn't fit. So I got a second sink off Craigs List. This one fits. And then I got a faucet. This has taken the better part of a week. So much for so far so good. (Now bear in mind that in Andover, all appliances must have the wow factor, so the sinks are accompanied by espresso stained woodwork and brushed nickel hardware and are much less expensive on Craigs List than from Ethan Allen. And one day, I will sell the house, and the 1980s look won't help me with curb appeal or bathroom appeal.) Of course the tile that has had holes in it from a previous sink retrofit have to come off so I can replace them with new, non holey tile and then plumb the new sink and console. It took me two hours to take up 8 tiles. Two from the floor, six from the wall. The floor tiles were cracked under the old sink, because some rocket scientist thought it made sense to glue the pedestal foot to the tiles with the equivalent of gorilla glue. THEN, when I got the tiles out, the cement screw that has been sticking out for all these years had to come out as well, I drilled off the cement with a masonry bit and finally managed to unscrew the sucker. That took most of an hour. I'm rethinking my ideas about how long this project will actually take. But it will be nice to wash our hands in the same room we pee in. Besides I feel so macho when I pull the safety glasses over my eyes.













This is the "before" picture. Old sink is gone, although the holey tiles are still in place. I have no plans to replace the toilet, although I might swap out the national geographics for smithsonian magazines. . .