Ok, ok so it’s not world’s smallest but it’s definitely tiny. Really really tiny. Like only a few square inches larger than the actual ‘world’s smallest bathroom’ (yes, I looked it up). And, to make things weirder, it’s located on our stairwell. Yup. If you start heading up to the second floor but can’t make it all the way and you need to take a potty break – we have the solution for you!
But yes, this strange little bathroom is real and it’s finally coming to life. I was told early on that anything is possible in a renovation with an open checkbook and a healthy dose of creativity. I realized immediately that this project was going to take a lot of both…
First, my husband thought I was crazy. Then, the contractor thought I was crazy. I was sure the inspection lady would think I’m crazy, but amazingly she didn’t. Nor did my mom. So, only half of the people thought I was crazy. We’ll call that a win.
Feeling confident that only a handful of people thought I was nuts, I moved forward with the project. I got drawings. I got approvals. I had a plan. And I was going to have a half bath on my first floor, (whoo!) thus avoiding one of the major stumbling blocks for resale of old homes. Look at me over here – solving problems on the daily! Then…
The vast majority of the plumbers I interviewed were not psyched about my crazy toilet and the complicated plumbing that went with it. I overheard the contractor’s workmen drawing straws to see who would do the job. (I’m guessing it wasn’t because they were all vying for the chance.) I struggled to find a sink that would fit. And I was told that the health department might not dig my plan. I was looking at potentially ending up with a really really expensive closet.
But, nonetheless, I am determined to build my silly, oddly-located bathroom that no one can fit in. Humph!
So bring it, haters. Except you Mr. Health Inspector Man. I’m sorry, where do you live again? What kind of wine did you say you like?! [Wink!]