Things on my house came to a bit of a stand still for a while this year thanks to my boys. I figured since my oldest was working construction now I’d hire him. Problem was, he was took the fact that his brother legally owns my house to ask him what he thought of the work I wanted him to do. My youngest decided that I shouldn’t put my money into the house, and told him the house was fine and I should live with it as it.
Those issues had to work themselves out. We learn how best to “handle” those we love. With my youngest that means giving him a few days before broaching the subject. Should my son have decided to change the arrangement we had and refused to let me restore the house I already had picked out a house to purchase and start over, but I was sure he was just having a bad day.
My youngest, hates construction in his home. He will live with anything if it means changing something could disrupt his routines. Of course he works a lot of hours so he can ignore stuff around the house the little bit he’s home. He also thinks that the money I have I should use for entertainment and traveling. Unfortunately, those things aren’t easy for me to do and I end up spending nearly all my time right here on this property.
I live here. I want my home to be comfortable, plus I want to know that when I move the house will be welcoming to a renter who will treat it with care and want to stay for a long time. I love old homes but they need care to weather the years and this house was my project to restore a bit of the past.
One day my youngest out of the blue tells his brother to do whatever it is I want to the house. Work could start again.
The bathroom is so close to being done that I wanted to finish it off. The biggest problem I wanted to tackle was the medicine cabinet. The room is tiny. I realize this is the only shot that shows even a tiny bit of the medicine cabinet so you will have to take my word for how dysfunctional it was.
This was the bathroom photo from the sale listing. Since that day we’ve replaced the cracked tub, toilet, flooring. Removed the cabinet over the toilet, started to paint the walls, enlarged the door opening and installed a new door, and refinished the vanity and storage cabinet.
Now we could get rid of the bulky medicine cabinet with a built in light bar. This was the task my youngest bulked at. He couldn’t see what the big deal was that I would have to remove the cabinet.
First I have never stored any thing in it and with all the storage in the bathroom there is no need for it for future renters. But most importantly is the fact that I can’t see in the mirror. Sure I can pull myself up but once standing need to hold on well so as not to lose my balance and fall. Without my hands free, should my hair need a good combing I don’t have a free hand to do so. My grandchildren can’t see in the mirror either. Even at eight and a half the oldest two can’t see themselves in the mirror even when on tiptoes.
Very little had to be spent to make this change. I had a mirror that would work perfectly. It was left in the house by the previous owners.
This was the living room on move in day. The mirror you see against the wall I knew would be perfect in the bathroom even then and put it aside to paint and hang later. Well now is later.
The only item that I would have to purchase would be a light fixture because the medicine cabinet and light bar were one piece. I found this light fixture in brushed nickel.
I couldn’t find a used fixture that would work well in this room and finally broke down and purchased this fixture from Home Depot. My son and I thought this would be a quick job.
Sure enough I began to hear him griping from the bathroom and knew we found another problem.
As he had the ladder set up in the bathroom he took a photo on his phone and showed me that the wiring was run from a hole in the wall where the two walls met and was simply stretched across the top of the medicine cabinet and attached with no junction boxes.
While he forgot to send me that photo I did get a picture of the hole left behind to give you a better idea where the wiring was.
The medicine cabinet was hung where you see the brown paint. For those of you who don’t know a light fixture should have what is called a junction box built into the wall where the wires can be joined and hidden inside the cavity of the wall.
How the bathroom was wired was that the electricity was run from another part of the house into the bathroom behind the toilet. Then around the tub, up and over the door frame, down to the light switch, then up the wall to that corner (hole where arrow points) where they simply pulled the wire out of the wall and drug it over the top of the vanity to wire the light bar.
My son gave me the option of keeping the wire exposed with an industrial look or opening up the back wall to add the necessary junction box. Don’t get me wrong in the right setting the industrial look is something I would definitely go for. But not in this house.
Luckily, he had extra junction boxes and I had end cuts of sheet rock from a garage conversion my youngest did on his house. Scraps all around. Since, I’d already used a piece to repair the wall from removing the improperly set tiles over the vanity might as well make another mess with drywall dust.
The biggest mess is the sanding after. When my son left he asked if I had a drywall sander. I didn’t. He offered to leave me his if I could loan him my caulking gun. Worked for me.
The moment my grandson spotted the drywall sander he seemed to know what it was supposed to be used for, just not where I wanted it used. I caught him grabbing it and when I went to ask for the sander back had to snap this photo first.
Being a sunny day it was hard to take a photo looking towards the windows. That wall is done, so all I could think to say was “No, not that wall.” I told him if he gave it back I’d show him where we were going to use it.
As he watched his mother demonstrate where we were using the sander he got all excited and began clapping and saying “I want to do, I want to do.” Before you get upset, let me first explain that while I took this next picture his mother was right there waiting to catch him should he lose his footing. He was never in any danger.
He had so much fun that to get the wall finished so we could paint I had to bribe him with my fine grit sanding block and a paint brush he could play with around the rest of the house.
I thought I would be able to show you this section finished, but due to an illness my son didn’t make it down this weekend to hang the freshly painted mirror. I’ll leave you guessing for now what color I went with on the mirror.