The closer the upstairs bath gets to “finished” the more likely it is that the final product will convince me to do something no one has been able to force me to do in the last eight years, which is–gasp!– live on carpeting.
You may think I’m being overly dramatic about that, but this is what I found when I ripped up the carpet in my first house:
Which explains why I basically broke out in a rash every time I walked into that house for the first two weeks I owned it. And I’ll admit, the desire to scratch all of my skin off wherever it touches a piece of carpeting has never really left me.
However, this changes things at the Liberty House…
That’s a working shower in the upstairs bathroom. Now, I’d prefer brand new tub in there because I’m a bit of a diva about spaces that I spend a lot of time naked in, but after a good scrub down with Iron Out, bleach, and a Magic Eraser, plus a new trim kit on the faucets, the idea of showering in the upstairs bath no longer activates my gag reflex.
This is what it looked like as a crime scene three months ago:
Plus this bathroom has a ton of storage that is missing in the downstairs bath.
And I’m really loving how the gallery of mirrors is turning out. I still need to make a few spacing adjustments, paint the frames, and put actual mirrors in them.
But still, between that and the skull how could I not want to use this bathroom every day?
And, adding weight to the argument in favor of moving upstairs is this…
My grandmother happened to have a spare king sized bedroom set hanging out in her garage, and told me if I could figure out how to get it out of the garage and up to the house I could have it. It took a few days to work out the logistics, but with the combination of a U-Haul trailer and some awesome friends driving out to the middle of nowhere to give me a hand, we got the job done. (It also included me, my mom, and my grandmother using a little red wagon to help us maneuver this beast into the back of that UHaul. Handy things, those RadioFlyers.)
The southwest style doesn’t exactly fit in with the whole farmhouse vibe, and I’ve got a few ideas for modifying this furniture down the road. BUT there’s a dresser. With drawers. (Not pictured, of course, because they are still wedged in the back of my car, but they do exist.) And this is what my clothes organization system looks like at the moment.
What? Too much reality? Guys, this is my life.
So this weekend I’m going to finish off the bathroom and give the carpet in the spare bedroom a good vacuuming and febreezin’, which means the only thing standing in the way of moving upstairs is that this room was most recently occupied by a bat, and I’m still not sure where he came from. But after the random zoo animals (and let’s not even talk about the coyote I chased away from my porch a few days ago) I kind of feel like the bat is the least of my concerns.