Innocent. Unassuming. Even strangely invisible. But this damn toilet paper holder brought blood, sweat and tears for my poor husband.
See, our walls kind of...suck. For the longest time, it took a couple of hours to hang ANYTHING involving anchors. They don't appear to be plaster, but they're super hard, so odds are they probably are. We needed to get a more heavy-duty drill to handle what they were dishing. Seriously. Hate. These. Walls.
That's probably why it's taken us so long to add the floating shelves, towel hooks and this TP holder to the bathroom. Those finishing touches that should be relatively simple could end up breaking us. Add the fact that there's HARD AS A ROCK tile (along with what seems to be the hardest mastic ever known to man used behind it; my stepdad, who has worked on countless bathrooms, has never seen such a hard wall) behind the bead board and you're just asking for a headache. We've known it. We've procrastinated.
But, one Sunday night, Dave decided it was time to check at least this one project off our list. Maybe he was sick of reaching around to grab the roll off the back of the toilet. For whatever reason, it was TOUGH.
There was a burned hand (from the torque of the drill, I kid you not). There were two calls to my stepdad. There was major swearing (he NEVER swears, folks! That's my job). And, finally, there was disappointment that it was crooked. He felt defeated. Yes, there were almost tears (I think he started to well up, but I didn't see it...so let's just say he kept it together).
I suggested he put the roll on to see how crooked it really was. When he did, we noticed...
Nothing. It looked perfectly fine. Considering how much general crookedness we have in our house, it fits right in and even looks good. Phew.
So, my friends, you have heard the story of how Dave won the Battle of the Bathroom, Round 1. Let's hope we survive the next couple of rounds to call this thing, finally, DONE! At least it's coming together.