A blog about our bathroom renovation. We’ve lived in this apartment for eight years, and each year Ryan, my partner, has wanted to re-do our master bath. The rippled almond tile, the dropped ceilings, the skanky grout, the formica vanity, the weird fish-themed tile that surrounded the faucet — all of it bothered him. I always resisted because at least everything worked and it was nicer than any other bathroom I had ever had in NYC. And it would be expensive to redo. But he wore me down.