Why, in the name of all that’s holy, would anyone remove a perfectly good bathtub? I’m serious – what sort of monster does that? This accursed move was pulled by the previous owner of my house, and it’s really starting to become apparent now that it’s winter and some days aren’t making it into double digits.
I mean, I get that tailoring things to your needs is the whole point of doing a bathroom remodel, and getting rid of the features you don’t use – trimming the fat, so to speak – is part of that process. Evidently, she didn’t use the bath. I’ve heard that some people don’t, and I honestly struggle to relate to those people. I’m a dyed-in-the-wood stickler for Epsom salts and a cup of chamomile tea in the tub at the end of a long winter’s day.
To cut to the chase, it now appears that it’s my turn to get on the bathroom renovation train. Perhaps, if I eventually sell this house, the future inhabitants will question my choices and my sanity, just as I’m doing now re the previous owner. But that’s a risk I’m willing to take. Also, I’m pretty sure I’m the reasonable party in this situation. Fight me.
The only serious remodelling I’ve done so far has been the laundry renovations. Melbourne homes tend to have really lame laundries. They always seem like an afterthought, as though they were originally intended to be a pantry or something, and then someone remembered at the last minute that washing machines are a thing. Then again, washing machines weren’t a thing when a lot of these houses were built, so it actually makes sense.
While I maintain that removing the bathtub from a dwelling is a crime against its future inhabitants, I’m perfectly happy with the bathroom more generally. I can understand why she opted for the layout she did, and the finishes are quite tasteful. I’m not asking for a luxury bathroom, honestly – I just want to immersed in hot water.