Splish splash!

When we moved into our house, we discovered that the inspector had missed something significant. Our bathtub looked like this:

As you can see, not-so-subtly concealed under the icky blue bath pillow and the nasty tub mat are some pretty gaping holes in the enamel. Don't think they're that bad? Take another look.

Gross, huh? Apparently, the tub was originally that lovely salmony color, until someone did a half-assed job of covering it with enamel paint. Which is now peeling off in chunks.

Needless to say, we've not been terribly thrilled about this eyesore, particularly because it can't be fixed with more enamel paint, and replacing the entire tub is an extremely messy and costly job. So, almost every morning, I cringe and groan and whine about my nasty tub, as I fish more and more flakes of enamel out of the drain.

Sure, I've spent days and days in the backcountry without a shower. I've stayed in remote corners of the world, where bathing water is heated by the sun and available only sporadically. That was part of those experiences, and it didn't faze me (although discovering the GIANT cockroach that had perched itself on my shampoo bottle in an Israeli hotel shower did make me jump). But having to look at the gaping holes in the enamel of my very own bathtub, every morning during my daily ablutions? That, I can't stand.

For a while, we resigned ourselves to living with the grossness until we eventually remodel the bathroom. But then Steve's parents pointed us in the direction of Bathfitter, the wonderful people who would put an end to my misery. A month ago, they came out to measure our tub for a shiny, new liner with a lifetime guarantee. And today, they installed it over our oogy old tub.

I can't wait to take a shower - or even, for the very first time since we moved into this house, an actual BATH!

Comments

[Geri]

I have TUB ENVY.

Congratulations and enjoy your bath!