Bathroom shenanigans

Ha, I think I was a little ambitious with thinking I could possibly build walls and such when I'm already tired and I've just started. Doing the bathroom, a small cramped 40 square-foot space.

I decided to take out the tile that's in there right now, and replace it with slate. A little harder than I thought it would be! It's not as easy as it seems on those HG Network shows, boy. I started by pulling off the trim. It seems the short pieces around the dividing wall were already cracked a bit and when I pried them out, they split apart. Ooops. I will try to glue them back together and see if anyone notices.



I pulled off the trim and realized I had to take out the sink because it was attached somehow to the trim and not flush with the wall anyway. It was not necessarily something I was prepared for, but now I want to change it out and put in a pedestal sink for such a small space. Harder than it looks, unhooking a sink vanity from its wall.



After unscrewing the vanity from the wall I turned off the water through the hole in the bottom of the vanity, into which anything and everything has fallen in and collected. I reached in and pulled out what at first I thought was a used condom, but which turned out to be a latex glove. Lots of q-tips. I got the water hoses detached from the sink, disconnected the drain pipe, unscrewed the many screw holding this thing up and pulled it away, only to reveal the most disgusting sight I have ever seen:



It seems that everything that has fallen over the side of the sink has stayed there for the past decade or so. I don't know when the previous owner put in that vanity sink, but there was always a gap between it and the wall, and it always made me cringe when I looked into the crack, seeing only massive dust bunnies just out of my reach. And it turns out I really didn't want to know. I scooped out an old comb and lip liner and many, many other things I won't mention that have decayed over the years. So gross. I know I can convince Ross to get us a pedestal sink after seeing this. He thinks pedestal sinks are cheesy, but so is this.



I started banging away at the tile with a hammer and an old towel covering to keep the shards from flying everywhere. My friend Noelle came over and helped. We got about two rows done and then Ross came home. I hadn't told him that I was starting this already, and I hoped he would be cool. And he was, although Noelle caught this moment with my camera as I was explaining to Ross how gross the things were that I found in the sink crack. It looks like we are going to need couple's therapy or something.