Et voila! There it is, the bathroom in all its gah-lory.
I'll not mention here that the cement floor has chipped in two places already, and I suspect the builder didn't roughen the surface before applying the finish, or didn't check that the moisture content of the cement was low enough to proceed, BUT THAT'S NEITHER HERE NOT THERE. It will be fixed.
Instead we will take a quick view at the tiny room we converted into a loo. This room was originally what the previous owner called a "chambre de bébé", but I can't imagine anyone being able to fit the amount of accessories a baby requires into this tiny space. They had installed super-deep shelves with cupboard fronts to the left-hand side, and a "desk" of plywood was wedged against the opposite wall. We ripped that out, only to discover a waste pipe in the corner of the room. Hurrah! Converting this back into a bathroom made sense because it was more centrally-located in the flat, already had the waste-water plumbing, had a big, open-able window, and would free up the original bathroom to become a walk-in closet attached to the master bedroom. It just made sense. Plus the old bathroom looked like someone had vomited avocado all over it.
We originally hoped to be able to fit a bath into the space, but upon testing the baths in the shop, my giant frame just wasn't fitting comfortably into a 1,60m bath. Plus you know you're too wide for a bath? And the water accumulates either behind your squished-to-the-sides hips or in front? Then when you move, you release a tidal wave of rushing water? Yeah, not cool. Instead, we went with a large, airy shower, which I think helps the space feel lovely and modern. We slapped some metro tile up on the walls, as you do, and built a little wall in between the shower and loo, so you don't have to look at the terlit immediately upon entering the room.
For the loo (which is not pictured because seriously, loo photos?) we chose a suspended bowl, so there is no dusty leg to collect drips (ewwwww) and get all grungy. Plus I wanted to see as much of the floor as possible to keep it feeling as big as we could. The sink, too, is wall-mounted for the same reason. (It's the Ånn sink from Ikea, if you're curious!). I wanted a big, square-y sink so I could wash my face and not worry about the Clarisonic spray going everywhere like it did in Helsinki. For some reason the sink in our flat was about the size of a child's hand. Weird. You had to press your face against the mirror when you spat your toothpaste out to make sure it went into the sink and not down the front of the cupboards built underneath. Mega design fail.
The floor (chipped as it is, eye twitch) is poured cement, with underfloor heating. Since the wall space was at s premium, I decided against a wall-mounted heater or towel heater and went for floor heat. God knows how you operate it, but I'm hoping by randomly pressing buttons on the thermostat come winter I'll figure it out.
I'm really pleased with how the bathroom turned out- it's just the right amount of masculine to keep Banoo happy, but not make me feel like I'm in a mental asylum (sometimes metro tile can feel a bit clinical). I just need to fill my terrariums (you can see them, empty and sad, behind me in the mirror) and we're done. Bathroom sorted!