So, for the couple of people who might actually check this out... I know it's been a while. More drama than I'm ready to discuss. (TLDR, my mom died, battle and court case with their adopted grandkids with State of Michigan, dealing with Dad who has dementia, and Mom did everything until she literally dropped dead walking into the house.)
Back to the house of a thousand stories.....
The biggest gripe I have had over the years are the people who say, always with that snide tone, "Oh, it's so nice your husband makes enough money so you don't need to work."
Well, they say a picture is worth a thousand words. Here are two thousand:
This, dear reader, is our bathtub. Original to the house, I might add, so from 1976. Yes, I have been working on the iron stains (there is no finish left in part of the tub), but if you look closer you will see the chips in the porcelain. I spared you several others. We have patched some of them for years. This poor beast isn't getting better with age, but replacement isn't in the near future.
There is white tile around the tub (of course, with all the iron in the water) which I'm also working on. I'm trying to get the tile clean so we can actually seal it. 😏
In case you wondered, the floor in the bathroom is peel-and-stick tile. When we had to redo it a few years ago, we found remains of the burgundy carpeting that was original. Did I mention our house was built in 1976?
This is how we have made it on his salary for so long. Cheap furniture. I've re-upholstered, used sheets for furniture covers, and mended and patched until I am sick of doing so. We still have original carpet in the house, too. I had to fight for insulation and got it when I proved the wind was blowing through the house.
And now I'm learning how to try to save a dead bathtub.
Useful hint, which I wish someone had told me about sooner -- making a paste with baking soda and peroxide is the best iron remover. Unfortunately, the finish was already off the tub when we bought the house.
