bathroom reno- part one: demo

We are definitely in it for the long haul, friends.  There is absolutely no going back now.  The bathroom has been demolished by my hammer-wielding husband.  

Demolition in soccer clothes = sexy

It was noisy.  There's a trail of dust through the house and we are now sharing one small {vintage} bathroom until.... well, until Lofton gets this project complete.


There is a 500 pound bathtub in my driveway, light fixtures and an under-mount sink in my hall, and cabinets on order.  Sheesh.  What have we gotten ourselves into?

Information gleaned from demo days 1 & 2 ::

• The people who previously lived in our house only thought they were DIYsters.  They jacked up this bathroom.  Like bad.  We knew we had mold {as evidenced by our rotting window} but it is really bad.  I'm talking rotting wood on the floor under the tub bad.  
• Demo is messy.  And loud.  And there are going to be surprises.  Expensive surprises. Thank God for this husband of mine.  He is super handy.  Without him, we would be up a creek. And thank the Lord for my parents being here this weekend.  My dad can come up with a financial plan for anything.  He's smart like that.
• One person's trash is another person's treasure.  Lofton hauled the old vanity, lights, medicine cabinet and sink out to the curb yesterday.  Our trash was instantly snapped up by an older couple with a bathroom project of their own.  The tub is still out there--  so if you live in our neck of the woods {and want an old, jetted, garden tub} have at it!

Stay tuned... tomorrow the ceiling comes down.