Some Friday-night befores for your viewing (more like shuddering) pleasure:
This vanity will most likely stay put but get a paintjob, new countertop, sink, and knobs.
We hesitated for a second about removing all of the white tile. It wasn't that bad, and we certainly had plenty of other work to do. So I tested a few pieces. When it started crumbling down off of the wall under the brute force of my bare fingers, we decided it had to go. Also on the Friday night to-do list was removing the lovely blue toilet (now making its home in our courtyard, which I think officially makes us rednecks?) and all of the flooring.
A remarkably small number of expletives later, we had the floor (one layer of linoleum, one layer of tile) cleared to the wooden subfloor, and it was actually in okay shape. There was some rotting around the toilet base, which I documented for tax-credit applying purposes but am going to spare you from, and otherwise it was not so bad. Here's how things were looking when we left for the night:
Saturday was tub removal day. Dun dun dun.
And quickly discovered it was cast iron.
Back to google.
Turns out it was the drain plumbing that was keeping us from muscling the tub out from the wall. Here comes the part where I am so proud of my husband. Google said we might need a fancy tool for taking out the tub drain, but the hubs MacGyvered one out of a wrench and a crowbar. He made a crazy lever system and twisted the old drain out of the tub. It was amazing and I would have given him a big sloppy kiss for his efforts but we were both wearing dust masks at the time.
We were then able to pull it out from the wall, but we're waiting on a little more manpower (ie. someone who is not me) to help the hubs carry the tub out of the bathroom and down the stairs where it can be reunited with its matching toilet in our courtyard. So for now, here are the after shots of the bathroom:
Much better, right!? Right? Uh.
Tune in next time for some plans to improve that room just a little.
Oh, and I'm threatening the hubs with tiling as a DIY project. How crazy do you think that makes me on a scale of 1-crazy?