Subway Tile Bathroom Reveal

The first time I laid eyes on this bathroom, back in October, the toilet seat was up and it had not been flushed. I was simultaneously disgusted and delighted. The former, for obvious reasons, and the later because it meant that other potential buyers had probably seen it in the same unfavorable condition, thereby filling them with a strong distaste for this home. Our goal was to find a house that looked worse than it was, and the epitome of that is found in an unflushed toilet. Because it doesn't get much grosser than that, and it also doesn't get much easier to fix--you just flush it, problem solved.

And this bathroom really did look worse than it was. Functionally, it was fine. But cosmetically, it was suffering from dark wood paneling that made the space look even smaller than it was, yellowed linoleum flooring, and a red heat lamp that really creeped the joint out.

It was like your Uncle, who was very cool in the 1970s, with his long hair and bellbottoms, but in the last 30 years, he's really let himself go, and it's starting to show. It's time for a haircut and some new pants.

But the good news is that it's not too late for your Uncle. And it wasn't too late for this bathroom either. It just needed some updates, a good cleaning...a haircut and some new pants.

Our original plan was to paint the wood paneling, but it was just too gross to keep.

So out it came.

Then we had hopes of exposing a brick wall, but it turns out the wall used to be a bigger window, and didn't look very pretty.

So we decided we'd just cover the entire thing in subway tile.

I was confused when a friend of mine mentioned how expensive subway tile was. It seemed reasonable to me at 22 cents a tile.

Then I realized that the expensive part of subway tile is the labor. 

Subway tiles are less than a quarter of the size of most regular tiles.

So it takes more than four times as long to finish.

The tiles inched up the walls like vines. Very slow growing vines.

And those little plastic spacers were constantly leaping to the ground like they had a death wish. And no matter how many times I pressed them back between the tiles, as soon as I looked away, they jumped. It was like handing a toddler his spoon again and again and again as he drops it on purpose because it's the most fun game he's ever played. 

We were trapped in that bathroom for hours...each day. 

I can't even guess how many Netflicks shows I consumed.

And then, just when I thought we were finished...

The grout.

Luckily, some back-up arrived from Branson, Missouri just in time. 

(Thanks, Cody!)

And then, finally, Jordan stuck the toilet and sink back in. 

This time, with a new pedestal, faucet, and lid, respectively. 

He framed the window, added a shower base and head, tiled the floor, installed a light and a (non-red) heat lamp, and built some shelves and a beautiful bench that makes me feel like I'm at the spa. 

(All this while enrolled almost full time in grad school counseling classes.)

And then it was finished! 

So  it is finally my pleasure to present...our subway tile guest bathroom:

It's kind of cool that Jordan has been taking counseling classes as he goes about remodeling our house. The transformation of a bathroom is a lot more like the transformation of a person than it may seem. It takes lots of hard work, and more time than you'd like to invest. It doesn't happen overnight. (Or in two weeks like you originally planned.) It's a process. 

But people, like bathrooms, can change. 

Even your hippie Uncle. 

From this...

To this...

And this...

To this...

Restoration Remodeling in action!