Or as Dr K says, The Toilet Post.
Something a little bit exciting (for us anyway) happened here yesterday. After loathing our toilet tiles for the nearly four years we’ve lived here, we finally got new ones – and a new loo! I wasn’t going to post about this but RoseRed assured me that before and after photos are always fun.
In this case, I think I would now agree. I was born in the 70s but I don’t remember them vividly as icons of bad fashion. Thankfully some houses still display the gross vulgarity of the decade in all its gawdy glory so that we can be reminded. I present, the before photo.
Horrible huh? Note how the skirting tiles aren’t even a close match. They’re in fact left over from the bathroom tiles, circa 1977. Note that some close to the toilet are in fact lifting by themselves. That started right around the time we decided to re-do the room, as if somehow they knew that their days were numbered and wanted to get out before we removed them.
And here, after much deliberation and the work of some nice but non-communicative tradies, is the after shot.
A million times better! I mopped them this morning, to get rid of the debris, and it was the most pleasurable mopping experience I’ve ever had in my whole life, and I say that as someone who despises housework.
This little venture in renovation land was an experiment, to see if we enjoyed the experience. The experience? Not really. The result? Definitely. And I guess that’s why people do it.
Oh and psst, don’t tell my Featherweight Cardigan, but I’m seeing someone else. It’s the Triinu Scarf from Knitted Lace of Estonia and I am very much enjoying having a bit on the side.
Jaggerspun Zephyr in Peacock. Yummy.
Now if you’ll excuse me, Dr K is here and we are watching Black Books. Also, she’s having a contest with a beautiful prize. Check it out.
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