Tub success

In other happy house news, we have bought a bathtub, for which we have been searching for the last two years. Or maybe three; I’ve lost track.

It took awhile, because it needed to meet several criteria: It needed to be an old, cast iron, clawfoot tub, with all of its feet intact and accompanying it. It needed to be in excellent condition, with no chipping or gouging of the porcelain, but to look like excrement, so as to be very, very cheap. It needed to be of a reasonable size, i.e., at least five feet. And, preferably, reasonably close by.

And I found it!

Personally, I’d all but given up hope, although D.H. had not. And he was right, because one finally came along, that met all of the above criteria, so close by as to be practically a neighbor.

We brought it home a couple of days ago, and added it to the general clutter that gives our homestead its tasteful, classy look. It’s beautiful.

Ok, it’s not beautiful, because, see, “look like excrement,” above.

The paint on the outside is peeling off, displaying rust beneath, and it is stained with who-knows-what, and displaying an attractive growth of algae, or lichen, or something.

None of this matters, because the outside will be scoured clean and painted, and the inside scrubbed very clean and re-finished, and DH will build a riser for it to accommodate modern faucets and a shower head. And then it will be beautiful.

Now all we need is a bathroom to install it in. And then I am going to soak in it for about two or three years.