I opened up the bathroom cupboard and tentatively turn the water shut off valves off. There's a million terrible scenarios running through my head but turns out they are unwarranted/ the water shuts off with no scary business. Phewf.
Next I try to unscrew the plastic washers that hold the old faucet on. I can't budge either one of them. At no point in my imaginings did i think that taking Off the old faucet would be harder than putting in a new one. I try and try and then hurt my shoulder and give up. I decide (for lack of options) to wait until Nick comes over for the weekend.
I spend the next three days gazing longingly at my new chrome faucets sitting in their boxes. I tell them their time is coming soon, but they don't seem convinced.
Saturday afternoon, Nick arrives at Chalet Shelly. I point to the taps and ask him to have at 'er. In hindsight, I should've made him read the instructions. I also should've taken inventory on tools. Nick spends the next hour cursing. We dismantle the entire faucet head unnecessarily. At some point I go next door and ask Wendy if I can borrow some wrenches, which she so kindly lends me. (Note to Santa, I don't have any good wrenches or needle nose pliers!) Armed with the appropriate tools, swearing decreases immensely and progress increases rapidly. Win-win! Nick gets kind of soaked which is kind of funny, but other than that it all goes smoothly.
The next morning we work on the second bathroom which is almost a breeze and viola! my bathroom faucets are in and working and beautiful and I'm happy! Nick, on the other hand, is sore from being crammed under the counters for so long and claims he is going to have nightmares. But don't feel too bad for him, I made him a delicious grilled cheese sandwich for lunch!
Okay here's some before and afters. Try to contain your excitement, will ya?
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