The Transformation of Chateau Travolta: Out Damned Spot

The transformation of Chateau Travolta continues.  In our last episode, I was hell-bent on destroying the little angel's bathroom.  As you'll remember, it used to look like this:

That there is two layers of bad lineoleum.

And this:

And of course, the border:

Enough said.

But after I scraped off the border, scraped off the odd texturing on the walls, repainted the cabinets, removed (cough) the tile border and painted the bathroom, my husband thought for some reason we needed to bring in a pro to do the floors. He mentioned something about taking the toilet out, and that was enough to terrify me, as I've seen what an improperly removed or rehooked toilet can do to the walls below it.  Color me terrified.  He did step up to the plate and install the sink, the faucet, and the new toilet (love), as well as cut and install the trim and the hardware and oh, probably twelve things I'm forgetting.  It was a total group effort. Except the little angel. She didn't do shit.

After finding someone to do the tile installation for a very very low price, we have! A new bathroom. 

 

No more seashell sink.  Bless you, Jesus.

I still maintained brushed nickel may be the brass of 2008, but it looks so much nicer than brass does RIGHT THIS MINUTE.

It's not flashy, but it doesn't make your eyes bleed anymore.

For all you people who were worried about those holes I punched in the wall removing the tile -- see? A little spackle fixes ANYTHING.

The little angel's favorite part of her new bathroom.

So, now that THAT'S done, we decided to move on to more destruction.  Specifically, the cigarette-burned carpet in the library.  After living with the remnants of teenage partying for more than a year, we couldn't stand it any more. Also? It was starting to smell. I don't even want to think about it.  I don't want to know.

Here's the old floor.  You can't see the cigarette burns and urine stains, but trust me, they are there. 

Not anymore!  What's that big spill?  God, I don't want to know.

Bella is all, "GOD. I'm so over this."  We were really not going to do the prefinished wood. We had this dream of doing the whole ground floor except the living room with hardwood all at once. Until we found out we can't do the foyer that way because of the subfloor, and we realized we shouldn't put down hardwood in the kitchen before we rip out the cabinets that 1977 wants to reclaim for itself.  So, we said fuck it and bought the Bellawood.

What IS that?  And why did I have to pull out 5,000 carpet staples?  How many did they USE?

It is gone.  Victory. VICTORY!

Some people are more helpful than others.

Don't cry, pretty pictures.  You'll get your walls back.

The map is just waiting for a good stud.

This looks easy.  Right?  RIGHT???

Stay tuned.

On a completely unrelated note - check out this jackass with the copyright infringement. I'm trying to decide what to do about it. He's running ads on my words, which REALLY pisses me off.  Thoughts?