Honeycomb me.

We loved the 100 year old duplex that we moved out of and wanted to take the character with us. (I got really close too, the hallway chandelier was just calling my name. I didn't :/ ) What we did do though was put some of the things we loved into this home. The honeycomb bathroom floor was one of them!

Remember that crumbling carpet that we thought was just awful? Their blue flooring underneath was worse. And then under THAT? Tiles that Loren and Mike swore if they had asbestos that it wouldn't kill me. (That word freaks you out doesn't it? It does to me too).

We had high hopes that the wood floor was going to continue throughout the bathroom and we we would be able to save it but we had no such luck! The old owners must have needed to fix some plumbing issues way back when and the original hardwood was replaced with plywood around the toilet. Bittersweet because then I could get my honeycomb :)

Getting the tile adhesive off of the floor boards was absolutely ridiculous.  

  

Again, we updated the pipes to copper and did some things with the toilet (flange makes me think of Regina Falange and I can't think of anything else!) For these goodies we had Loren's cousin Dave. Thank God for Dave.

Added new floor boards to hold the new cement boards...

My pops surprised us and laid the tiles when we were out and about :)

Grout time! This was allllllllll me.

Added some fresh paint (we are on our 6th or 7th gallon at this point) and added trim and quarter rounds.

The floor is complete!

What I learned: you can get used to brushing your teeth with a water bottle, there is a reason you put a sealer on the grout and it really, reallllllllllllly helps to have family who knows plumbing.