It, like most of the second floor, was covered in wall-to-wall red carpet. It was in okay condition, but... carpet in a bathroom? That just seems like a bad idea. And it was.
Kathy ripped the carpet out, rolled it up, and stashed it in the kitchen, whereupon it was tossed overboard into the backyard. (This will later become a theme.)
After the carpet came the carpet tack strips, including about 639 of them behind the toilet. Better her than me, I say.
Thus prepared, the floor now consisted of icky old linoleum. And under that, particleboard underlayment. She stopped there, figuring three strata worth of excavation was enough for one day.
Behold the glory.
We got the cheapest stick-on tile that Home Depot could provide, and Kathy stuck 'em all over the cruddy particleboard. They even kind of stick.
I have to say, the floor is better than it was. It's lower, for one. We can now shut the bathroom door, which we couldn't really do with the thick carpeting and all its underlying layers. I feel like I've gotten an inch shorter.
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