...from Hell.
Okay, maybe that is a little bit on the dramatic side, but this little room is driving me bonkers.
**This is NOT a how-to, in fact, this is more of a how-NOT-to remove a toilet seat**
We have been slowly going through the rooms one by one, and this one just kept getting put off. At first the toilet wouldn't even flush, so we didn't use this bathroom for a long time. Eventually, Matt took matters into his own hands and snaked the drain until he found the source of the problem. A toothbrush that someone flushed at one point. You know...cause that's totally normal.
It started off like this...
...and more or less stayed that way up until two weeks ago. When we primed our
board and batten, Matt also primed the bathroom.
On Sunday night Matt really wanted to watch the football game, which was fine with me, but I am just not a football girl so I decided to start working in the bathroom. I painted the walls a creamy white color, just to open the space up a bit, and I also learned the hard lesson that there really is such a thing as cheap paint.
(These pictures are all from my phone, something is wonky with my memory card at the moment. Sorry for the poor quality).
We bought Colorplace for this (and the upstairs hallway) because we thought that it would stretch our dollar the furthest. Nope. I used one full gallon on a half bath and there are still spots that aren't completely covered. AND we primed it.
You live you learn.
Next up on the half bath checklist was taking care of the toilet seat. We bought new toilet seats for both of the bathrooms when we moved in, but I had been having trouble getting the old one off down here, and I was too stubborn to ask for help. On Sunday I finally gave in, and Matt had to lend a hand. It still took BOTH of us about 45 minutes to get the old one off.
It. was. disgusting. The old metal screws were so corroded that they just would not turn at all. We finally got one side unscrewed by me holding the plastic bolt on the bottom with pliers while Matt forced the screw up top.
The other side was a different story. It wasn't budging. I wiggled the seat up and down until the old urine-rusted hinge finally snapped, and then Matt MacGyvered the old plastic bolt off of the bottom.
How you ask?
Oh...you know...he melted it.
It was something...I tell ya! Do you even want me to talk about how bad that smelled? No? Okay, I won't. Anyway...once the old one was off, and the ceramic had cooled enough for me to touch it, it only took about two minutes to put the new seat on.
Yay for new potty seats!
So anyway...that is our progress so far. Nothing too dramatic
yet, but it is much brighter and cleaner! This room is right off the main living space, as you can see, and when people visit it was always a little mortifying to let them use it...but it's getting there!
And just as a little aside, even though we are renting, I am more than happy to sink $12 dollars into a new toilet seat, even though it isn't something we will be taking with us when we move. That old one was...just...ugh.
Just out of curiousity - would you do minor upgrades like this to a rental?