How does a new shower make a person so much happier???

I can tell you the answer to this question: it's the mold-freeness of it all.  We had all our showers (2) and our old tub (1) ripped out and they were replaced today.  Nothing fancy - just lovely and clean. Oh - and not caramel marble coloured.  The shower in our ensuite made me literally afraid before.  What the heck could make little spots of black just appear on the walls of the dang thing?  Mold - and it's gone gone gone!!

Seems to me the whole point of a bathroom is getting clean - and we're that much closer to fulfilling those obligations.  Thank you fiberglass insert.

Did I choose tile?  No.  Why?  Well, eventually tile grout gets creepy.  AND it seems to me that it gets creepy sooner rather than later.  Go ahead make the walls all pretty and fancy.  For instance, we spent a small fortune on vanities, and faucets (why so much for them I wonder???)....  But the actual bathing area is sparkly white and squeaky clean.

We also got a tub for the main bath that is oh-so-deep.  No jets.  Has anyone ever REALLY enjoyed the jet experience?  As far as I know - no, but I am willing to be corrected on that, just not in my own bathroom.  Ours will just be a lovely soaker.  I so call dibs on the first soak!

Love it, love it, love it.

Workmen - life is better than fiction...

The restoration company has finally arrived on our doorstep to begin making things much worse before they plan on making them better.  The first day the trucks were out front of our home and as I walked toward our front door I distinctly smelled skunk.  I should know, my sweet baby boy was sprayed with one - but that is another crushed-tomatoes-up-the-wall disaster story for another day; however, you can't mistake that smell.  Actually, you can.  Skunk, and it's close cousin skunk weed, while they have entirely different effects have entirely the same smell.  You can imagine Project Mama's surprise then when out of one of the vans rolls our new drywaller literally in a puff of smoke.  Awesome.  This weed man is going to piece my house together again?  


Well, I have since learned something new.  It seems as though weed doesn't affect a drywaller's ability to make a ceiling stunningly smooth, or put a room so that it looks better than ever before.  So Project Mama is happy.  What it does affect is the ability to have instructions actually register in the drywaller's brain.  For example we had a too-long discussion the other day on just what "trim" was: doors, heat registers, and window ledges.  Drywaller/Painter (turns out he's our painter too) nods when he hears instructions or answers to HIS OWN QUESTIONS but Project Mama really has no idea why since he certainly can't mean "I completely understand and will absolutely make sure it is done that way."


We now have not ivory trim on the heat registers but a rather dark "bluff" shade.  Make that dung brown.  Looks modern and cool on the walls.  Looks like dung on the registers.  Drywaller was a bit dazed when we discussed that, but I feel confident he will bounce back.  He says, "man" a lot.  Oddly, Project Mama has a soft spot for pot smoking drywaller/painter.  He has an old t-shirt he wears all the time that has been clumsily sewn back together in 2 spots.  It might make Project Mama's heart ache.