Thus far in our renovation, we have had three major, hand-wringing decisions between preserving or changing. Here is a recap of the first:
When we first saw the master bathroom, it fulfilled our longing for a romantic, well-lit and -ventilated past, with its ornate tiles, original mirror and huge window. (NYC bathrooms and kitchens rarely have windows.) We knew we had to find a vintage clawfoot tub and place it in its rightful position. Within a month of closing, I found one on Brownstoner's forum, and Kevin―with the more than generous help of our friend Charles―hauled it up the stoop into our front parlor. Our plan was to set it up with a hand-held shower only, for the kids' baths upstairs, and then have Kevin and I trek two flights downstairs to shower in the compact "laundry" bathroom on the garden level.
In October, after Mike Streaman came on board the project as our GC, he immediately vetoed our vintage tub.