Doug's photo blog — originally a photo a day, now not so much
The icemaker in our fridge suddenly started leaking water into the ice bucket rather than making nice cubes (well, crescents). I decided to take it out to see if there’s an easy fix prior to ordering a new unit. Well sure enough, the funnel on the end that accepts the incoming water is clogged with ice. Once it thaws I can reinstall it and we should be back in business.
Here is the marble console sink top for our once-and-future green bathroom.
I never thought I would be this excited to see concrete backer board. And a tub.
We think our bathroom was last renovated in the early 1980s, so when Tony needed to tell Fran he’d gone out to get lumber, he couldn’t just text her, had to leave a note — a note preserved as a mini time capsule until the current renovation.
Some of our tile choices for the two bathrooms.
We have referred to the main bathroom on our 2nd floor as the “green bathroom” because it was so green when we moved in it was etched upon our minds. It has been yellow for almost 15 years now, but we’re leaning back in to green with this renovation.
For our own primary suite bathroom we’re aiming for a calm, spa-like feel.
Our contractor intended to do a quick swap of the old tub for the new one today. But the previous re-muddle left such a mess he’s going to have to rebuild more before putting it back together. The worst is that what remains of this floor joist would be what’s supporting a tub full of water.
Why would a gas stove’s flame be yellow (tending toward orange in this photo)? It could be an improper air-fuel mixture. It could be something spooky or evil. Or, it could be the emission spectrum of sodium from someone using a saline nebulizer next to the stove.
From the wear pattern on the wood floor that was under the tiles in our old bathroom, it’s clear this was the finished floor at one time. Just fir boards with varnish.
We’re staying at a friends’ empty house — with our kitties — this week while the worst of the demolition for our bathrooms gets done. This is the longest they’ve been out of the house they know since we brought them home in 2012. Last night they were freaked out and hiding, but this morning Gandalf is stuck to me like glue while Ferrous is still not quite sure, but at least out and exploring.
So long, dated primary-suite bathroom with a tiny, tiny shower. We look forward to meeting your posh new replacement in about 2 months.
