We have a little hidden "treasure" in our house. Pittsburgh has a thing called the Pittsburgh Toilet. All the old houses here have a toilet in the basement. Nice. Good for emergencies I guess. Sometimes they are just sitting in the middle of the room. Sometimes they have a stall around them. Ours came with a full bathroom. A shower even. I like to call this, affectionately, our prison shower.
Or, if I am feeling nice and happy that day I will call it our camp shower.
Well being that our main bathroom is a power tool storage unit right now, the prison shower is our only option.
LUCKILY . . . . .
We Shaffers have very high standards in prison decor.
AND OUR SHOWER NOW LOOKS LIKE THIS.
PRETTY GOOD FOR A BASEMENT BATHROOM I WOULD SAY.
AND PRETTY GOOD FOR TWO DAYS AND A BUNCH OF PAINT.
We added a new toilet, a new faucet on the old sink, and just spray painted the shower pipes black, adding a new black nozzle.
I borrowed some things from upstairs to make our stay in the basement bathroom nicer while we wait for our bathroom remodel.
The skull, some crazy man in Tennessee found it in a field outside of Leiper's Fork and sold it to me for 20 bucks. I sprayed it with chalkboard paint. Kind of creepy. . .but it makes a great towel rack.
Willie is ripped out of an old magazine. I have carried that picture around for years.
I "splurged" at Target on a new candle that smells like basil and a wooden mat for the shower to cover the ugly drain. It's not supposed to sit in water, but I figure, it only has to last a couple weeks for us really.
Today we had our plumber come to fix up our laundry room, and to get our basement bathroom set up for us to use during bathroom demo week. I'll explain the basement bathroom to you another time. . .
But the point is, he couldn't get the bathroom in the basement set up today. Why?
Because, "there's sewage and sludge backed up to your house. Yep, right to the pipes, you're lucky it isn't all over the basement."
Oh, I thought, the basement we just cleaned, organized, and painted? Great. Add Sewage Sludge to my to do list.
Mike, the plumber, took me outside to show me the pipe he had been working at cleaning out from the outside of the house. With.. . ."THE SNAKE."
But first he told me, "you better change those fancy clothes before you come see this."
I was wearing motorcycle boots and a flea market fur coat, but whatever. . .I changed into Brad's sweater instead.
So there it was, sludge, not moving, not draining, not septicing, and certainly not going away, nothing.
We live in the country.
We have a septic tank.
There's rules to septic tanks.
Now I do.
So, there we were, my plumber and I trying to figure out why it was all clogged and he said, do you put food down the drain?
I said, "why yes, we have a disposal," in my best suburban house wife voice.
He laughed in my face. So loud. And a little too long. I guess I made a plumber joke??
"It's safe for septic tanks," I said.
He kept laughing.
"Disposal??? I'm sorry, you don't have the luxury of a disposal out here. You have a septic tank, and you have to throw everything away. And flush nothing." And that's when he said it, shaking his head, judging me, with the smell of sewage floating every so faintly through the air,
Under that star blanket is a hole into the bathroom. That big. That is our dust collector/privacy wall right now.
Our drywall removal technique
This is PAT. Pat comes to help us a LOT. Mainly because we let him use chain saws in the house, cut down trees pretty much whenever he wants, build HUGE fires, and we told him he can move into the tree house he builds this spring.
that WAS a closet wall.
and this WAS a closet
aaaaaannnnddd that WAS a wall.
Believe it or not, I have taken a bath in this very bathtub since this picture was taken.
Tom surveys the "clean" "new" bathroom. What you can't see in this shot is him shaking his head.
Tom STILL shaking his head.
But as you can see, we just got ourselves a pretty darn big bathroom.
(well. . . not pretty, pretty . . .but that will come)