Well, this is happening...

Happy Presidents Day, everyone! Perhaps you're not celebrating, but I've got the day off, and it looks like this outside...

...So obviously I am celebrating the fact that I don't have to be out in the world fighting the big ol' snowstorm that's laying the smackdown on Southeast Wisconsin right now. It's been a pretty great day so far, spent finishing up a DIY project that will be up on Make, Do & Mend tomorrow. I also hit the treadmill while watching the Olympic Ice Dancing finals. Y'know, I love the Olympics. I get swept up in it all, devoting my nights to watching sports I only truly care about every four years like bobsledding, ski jumping, biathlon, alpine skiing, curling and... ice dancing? For the first time in my life I've been wrapped up in the ice dancing competition, mostly thanks to USA's gold-medal hopefuls Meryl Davis and Charlie White... they're nearly flawless and just beautiful to watch out there. Anyway, this morning, I found myself genuinely filled with nerves over their free skate program, barely able to watch their performance (the final of the night) because I didn't want to see them falter. I literally watched with fingers over my eyes because I was so nervous. For ice dancing. Who am I? Just two mornings before, I'm jumping up and down, screaming over the USA/Russia hockey game, totally bro-ing out over their win, and this morning I'm glued to the TV watching ice dancing as if I had big money riding on the results (I don't). I won't spoil the outcome for you in case you're holding out to watch during prime time, but the final group of five pairs were all something special to watch.

But Olympic ice dancing, believe it or not, was not why I came here today. Today I'm here to show you what I came home to yesterday after an hour of running errands.

This. This is what I came home to. Actually, more accurately, I came home and the first thing I saw was this:

That's our bathroom sink. And that is also our kitchen. That is our bathroom sink in our kitchen. 

Oh, hi, Eric. Why have I come home to see our bathroom sink sitting in our kitchen? 

That's when he walked me into the bathroom. And that's when I saw what once was our bathroom had now become an empty, cavernous white-tile wasteland.

We had maybe, possibly, planned on starting to tile the bathroom floor yesterday. It would be a relatively simple job, as our bathroom is teeny-tiny with not much square footage to cover. So Eric said he'd start on things while I ran out to Home Depot for my (what seems like weekly) visit to the paint department and, while I was in the area, a visit to Target to pick up some face wash and photo paper (...and two shirts, new sheets, a new pillow, earrings, foam-core board and a box of fruit snacks. Because, Target.)

So I came home, threw my shopping bags on the floor and out came Eric from the bathroom, looking a little overworked. He explained that once he took the vanity and sink out of the bathroom, then looked up on the bad tiling job that we've always hated around the lower walls of the bathroom, he thought, "Hey, might as well just do the whole damn thing now that everything's already torn up and out of the bathroom." 

So naturally, what came next was taking crowbar to tile and tearing apart the bathroom.

There we were, halfway through a Sunday afternoon that we originally had no plans for, suddenly with the bathroom in shambles. My afternoon now meant spending a few hours online shopping for new vanities, tile and inspiration for our soon new-to-be bathroom. Life is hard, you guys

Oh yeah, and our toilet was just sitting there, hanging out in the living room.
Hi, toilet.

So what comes next? Well, we'll be spending the week re-tiling the bathroom walls. This time, with the same subway tile that we've got going on in the kitchen. Why mess with a classic look?

The floors will be vintage-inspired black-and-white tile, kind of like this:

In my big, fat, totally unrealistic dreams, we'd have an old-school deep wall-mount sink, like the Kolher Brockway,  below.

One small issue, though: Kohler's Brockway sink would set us back over $1,100.... and, as much as I puppy-dog-eyed it, Eric was not going to give in to paying that much for something we only use to wash our hands in. No matter how absolutely brain-bustingly beautiful it is.

If I want a sink like the Brockway, I'm going to have to roll up the sleeves and do some digging at places like Habitat for Humanity's ReStore (where I've seen sinks similar to this in the past...) or flea markets. You know I enjoy a good dig, but we kinda need a sink pretty soon, so I don't think I'll have the time to scrounge for the perfect doppelganger. 

Anyone have a spare thousand just burning in their pocket? 

A new bathroom was not on our agenda for this time of year. You see, we're planning on a totally, major, huge project this spring, and now that project may have to wait a few months now that we've got bathroom stuff to do (ehhh... that was totally not the right way to phrase that. Sorry.).

So stay tuned for plenty of stories to come about our brand-new bathroom. I'm excited to plan and shop and hopefully get the bathroom we've always wanted (well, the bathroom we've always wanted that is also about three feet by five feet), but work and dollar signs are are lying so stubbornly between now and then. So. Brace yourselves.

You never know what Sunday may bring you.

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