No pictures, because my camera hates me. (A new one is coming tomorrow. Phew!) Okay, here’s a picture—it’s of me 30 years ago, but I think the expression on my face is appropriate right now.
The clawfoot tub has been redelivered with six layers of powder coating, and it looks awesome. Yay! I actually climbed into it and lay down. It’s so deep! I haven’t taken a bath since I had a great cast iron apron tub in my old apartment in Yonkers, which I’m pretty sure was in 1995.
I’m just going to pretend that damage was not incurred to (1) a corner of the marble top on the credenza in our front hall, (2) the fully-restored banister and newel post, (3) the stair treads, or (4) the plaster walls in the process of the tub being carried upstairs. Because frankly, I can’t deal with it all anymore.
The new sink faucet (with smaller escutcheons) was also delivered, and it is HIDEOUS. It’s like some weird, faux-Victorian genie bottle monstrosity. It goes against everything I believe in when it comes to design. I hate it, and it’s going back. Fortunately, I found a source for smaller escutcheons that will work with the original faucet (which I love, thank goodness I hadn’t gotten around to sending it back yet), so it’s just going to be an issue of having to switch out the escutcheons ourselves when the replacements arrive. Escutcheons, escutcheons, escutcheons. I never thought I’d be using that word so frequently. Escutcheons!
Wow, I am soooo ready for this bathroom to be done. The plumbers are coming tomorrow and Friday to finish up their parts. Here’s hoping everything goes smoothly!