The very cool living quarters above the amazing gallery space came with a fabulous clawfoot tub. But it had an annoying itty bitty faucet that meant one had to rinse ones hair with a cup. That faucet had to go, and as long as it was going, it may as well be replaced with the fantasy model that had a long arching spigot and a separate handheld sprayer. The week it arrive by UPS, I was gone so my wonderful neighbor accepted it and by way of politeness to satisfy the curiosity he must have endured while it sat in his gallery windowsill, I explained what it was and that I intended to install it that week. He informed me that he was certain I would give up and call a plumber. And he sent email later that evening to confirm his certainty. So I started the project about 10 in the evening, discovering after I had the old one off to the point of no return that I really needed special wrenches. But I was determined to finish the job I'd started so by around 2 am, with only a couple pair of slip joint pliers, I had the job done and tested and had dashed off an email smuggly notifying him of my success.
You go, girl! Great job!
ReplyDeleteThis is among my "wish list" of things to own, but, alas, it will never be. Years ago, I saw what I thought was the ultimate: hanging (yes, hanging) in a true Victorian fixture store was a ball-and-claw tub like no other. The legs were solid brass, but the rest was gleaming copper!
ReplyDeleteYour tub looks perfect and you have right to be proud of yourself!