The upstairs bathroom saga, part one.
Once upon a time, there was a bathroom...
...that seemed irregularly large for such an old house.
The pink tile was quickly dispatched, only to reveal...
...yet another layer of tile.
That pink and cream tile-look linoleum?
It gave way to ANOTHER layer of black-and-white granite-look linoleum, and HARDWOOD FLOORS.
We suspected early on that this was initially a second bedroom, based on:
This ill-disguised carcass of a window, which roughly corresponds to the master bedroom closet, and the fact that the hardwood floors stop a couple of feet out from said closet. Suspicions confirmed: the closet was a tiny, authentic 1927 bathroom at one point.
And maybe, just maybe, our bathroom will end up looking something like this...
...after about 100 hours of scraping stinky linoleum glue.