This is what the master looked like when we bought the house:
There were two smallish walk-in closets, but we knocked a wall out of one and turned an extra bedroom on the other side of it into a huge walk-in closet. The bottom picture shows the biggest problem we have with the room. The shower is a tiny, elevated death trap that Nel doesn't even use and I think I've been in the tub once, and that was only because I was injured and needed a place to bleed. We had talked about knocking all of this out and building one big shower, but just hadn't committed entirely.
Then we went out of town for a few days and came home to find this:
The first step was to dry everything out. I called a company that specializes in this sort of thing and they set up seven fans and two dehumidifiers for a few days. It was LOUD. We found lots of excuses to get out of the house.
The next step was to demo the area. I decided to do it myself - ugg! It always sounds so simple, but houses put up a fight.
When they built the place they had actually bricked in the tub. The bricks weren't really a problem, but the concrete and mortar were. That stuff did not want to come out.
It did give me a rare opportunity to utilize my sledgehammer. Notice the eye protection? Safety first!
Slowly but surely I beat the concrete into submission, and also revealed quite a bit of water damage under the shower pan. It was all coming out anyway, so no big deal. My buddy Barry and my brother Michael helped me get the massive cast iron tub out of the house. Branelle helped me rip out the tile floor and we were nearly ready to start building. There was just a single vent line in the way that would have to be re-routed by our plumber, but otherwise everything was ready to go.
I tried to convince Nel that having a stripper pole in the shower would be "sweet" (and a lot cheaper than re-routing it), but she didn't go for it.
To be continued.....
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