Sunday, January 17, 2010

Blamo




After being on hold for about a year it was time to finish up the downstairs toilet. Almost said "bathroom" but I'd have to say, the English got this one right, call a toilet a toilet. This American aversion to calling things what they really are must stop. I'm going to the toilet. I'm going to the bathroom. Hmm, going to the bathroom, will he be taking a bath perhaps?

Just a small leap of faith that the two doorways that one used to pass through did not in fact hold up the stairs. That would have been silly right? So, as you can see, the stairs still hold. New view from the entry and from the kitchen, nice and open feeling. Also, the stained glass window you can see in place above the reclaimed pocket door. Window is from England, which is appropriate. Lets thank Thomas Crapper (1836-1910) of England for the marvel of.... no, not the toilet, but the "Ballcock." Again, leave it to the English to name things. My two favorite Englishmen, the Earl of Sandwich, and Thomas Crapper, inventor of the ballcock. The window is of course functional for ventilation.

Not bothering to put pics of the room itself, as being painted in all white makes it pretty much impossible to see anything, and being as small as it is, I can't get a good pic in there anyway. Aiming to have a functional Crapper in there later this week. Until then, the dual flush Toto from Japan is next to the dining room table, available as an extra seat should the need arise. As for triming out the new pass-through between the entry and kitchen, that will have to be another day (thats code for "I have no idea when."). Still some sink and counters, shelving and trim to do in the Crapper.

6 comments:

Ben and Caroline said...

I love the new title "Tales of Truth and Authenticity," but people will complain. People can't handle the truth: they want pics of babies with food on their faces.

Paul Francis and Jana Bree said...

I hate babies with food on their faces...

mama_nata said...

Hmmm...I may have some low-risk demo work for you if you enjoy bashing down walls and clean up nice after yourself...

Stephen said...

Well, I appreciate the call-it-like-is Brit-mentality. However, as it stands (or sits depending on the function) if I were to arrive at the PDX Highlife and saw that there was a toilet in the dinning room and later said that I need to "use the toilet" wouldn't I lead myself to your dinning room and use that toilet?
I call for a compromise! The Toiletroom -one word- as in: "...it was Ms. Scarlet, in the Toiletroom, with ... no, not the plunger!, the monkey-wrench!"
-S

Stephen said...

I eat dinner in a dining room? I thought that dinner came to me in the dinner room, my mistake. HAHAHA! Well, at least there are no toilets in my dinner room; they're in the Toiletroom. HAHAHAHA!

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