The Tub

It's back - finally!

My early (but oh so late, since the end of March at the refinishers) birthday present is complete with its new coat of finish. Perched on the tiled platform (it had to be raised for drainage), my 1926 claw foot tub is ready for cold weather, warm baths, and scented bubbles.

First, of course, it needs the drain and a hook up, as noticed by little Bubba. "What's that?" he asked, looking at the empty drain hole.

Point taken.

First, a drain and water connection. Then I shall soak and enjoy.

After the grands are removed.