My First Renovated Bathroom

You see that title, and you noticed it said "My First..." and you became scared.  Scared that I would knock down a structurally significant wall in my house and the whole thing would come crashing down.  And you are right to be afraid.

I have been bitten.  My lust began when I was introduced to a sledgehammer and has followed due course, ending with me and a hydraulic nail gun.  (There is really no way to make that sound less dirty.) (Okay, I guess if I didn't end with the nailgun part.  Or start with the lust part.)


2 months and here we are:

And after:

And after...

Lastly (and please don't forget all that dastardly white tile and plaster and lathe!)...

 Voila! :

Party, right?

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