Showing posts with label Bathroom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bathroom. Show all posts

Monday, July 28, 2008

A completely schizophrenic bathroom

I expected something different. After prying up the existing vinyl flooring, I have discovered that my horribly decorated bathroom has burgundy tile, black trim, and, underneath the current floor, this:

Light blue ugly tile.

If there's not a more messed up color scheme in the entire world, I don't know what is.

I was hoping for 50's cool. Instead, I got mid-century horrific. (Side note: see the pink squiggly carpet fibers that were stuck under the threshold? That lovely pink stuff was what 95%of this house was covered in when we moved in.)

I know, I know, the current tile isn't that far off from what's underneath, but at least that had burgundy accents in it, and it looked just so darn cute (gag) with the basket and bunny wallpaper. This color scheme? Doesn't work. And if the pink paint underneath the wallpaper was original to the house, then I'm thinking that the person responsible for coordinating colors in this bathroom should be convicted of cruel and unusual punishment. To our eyesight, that is.

Burgundy plastic tile and .... ?

Although the majority of our renovations center around the kitchen/dining room area, we also plan on doing something (we don't know what) to the bathroom. I've always hated this wallpaper -- too cutesy country, with a bunny 'n' basket border.

A couple weeks ago my 4-year old found a small little loose bubble along the seam. Doing what most 4-year olds would tend to do, he pulled until he had loosened a great big flap of wallpaper. His brother, of course, noticed in good time and wasted no time hopping in the Tattlemobile. I thought about giving my youngest son permission to keep going until all the ugly stuff was stripped off. That wouldn't be child labor, would it? I mean, he's my own son, and he loves me, and I'd be giving him permission to do something that he thought was naughty.

Then I remembered that once the old stuff was off, I had to figure out what to replace it with (and scrape off the scrappies, etc.), so I told my son he did a very bad thing, and sent him off to play.

Underneath the wallpaper exists pink paint. When I saw that, my mind started thinking "Cool retro pink bathroom!" And that would be entirely possible, but the plastic tile isn't pink. It's burgundy with a black border. Although I'm aware that a 50s bathroom may very well mix burgundy, pink, and black, it doesn't seem to fit here. Now the question remains: what's underneath this floor?
White tile? Pink tile? No tile at all?

Later, because my husband expects me to be neurotic about what's original in this house, I am going to find out. I've got a crowbar, and I know how to use it.

And if it turns out to be old tile with possible asbestos, then expect me to do exactly what a did about 7 years ago to an entryway: rip said tile out without a care. This is what you get from a new homeowner so focused on a task that the possibility of asbestos did not exist.

To this day, I'm not sure if that tile DID have asbestos in it. Let's just say that if it was there, then this blog may run for a shorter time than originally planned.