After one year to the day, our bathroom is finally completed. We did all of it ourselves, including demolition, except for the tiling. (By "we" I mean Rex. And by "demolition" I mean hack huge hammers against 4 layers of vinyl and pray that we don't die from Aspestos poisoning.)
I also have high hopes that the molding stays on our ceiling and not in our food. In a rare act of restraint, and in deference to my mother who feels I talk about poop too much, I am refraining from all ca ca jokes (Even though I am showing pictures of two... TWO... toilets. Feel free to send me the medal. Though I suppose in mentioning that I'm not talking about it I'm actually talking about it, but we'll let that go.)
My final reason for posting the photos (other than accolades and praise for taking longer to produce a working bathroom than a breathing fetus) is that I currently have apple pork roast in my crock pot for Meat Monday, recipe courtesy of K, courtesy of Allrecipes.com. Colored postings to come later this evening. Included in such illustrations are chipped 1950's tile and a porcelain kitchen sink with more pock marks than the bad guy from Grease.
The tough side of me feels no need to justify. The vain side of me feels compelled to explain that I really do have style.
Unless ya'll hate brown paint. In which case you will walk away thinking I'm both tacky and cheap.
But I love it! Hope the pork turns out as well (and doesn't take as long to finish.)