The sound of a drywall particle splitting

Phew, what a week. In case you didn’t hear the sound of drywall disentegrating into a million little pieces (I kid), you will be surprised to learn that Stacey are taking on a bathroom renovation before the wedding. You know, because wedding planning isn’t stressful enough by itself. And let’s keep things… interesting.

The obilgatory Before

how on earth did we live like that?!

and after

lathe, no plaster

Tile choices abound, and I think I like the 1/2″ Bisazza-style because

  • I’m a fashion whore
  • they remind me of swimming, the small squares

I have an unnatural urge to make a green Swiss-flag-cross in the new tub seat that we hacked out of the old wall.

So needless to say, or maybe it is needed: wedding planning is hard to keep up with, when you’re showering like a bird, with a Pavel’s Russsian-style Yogurt container.

And now, enjoy some tiles:

  • Glasstilecolors

2 Responses to “The sound of a drywall particle splitting”

  1. julia says:

    go for the lower left, i mean right (have to check which is which once in a while).

  2. the bride says:

    Aye! Schreibs, you forgot to mention that under those hid-jeous hodo tiles, we found the orignial hex tiles in great condition from the 1920’s! Who would cover those up? Check back in next week to see pictures of Stacey with kneepads, tiling floor to ceiling!