This is the first in a series of posts about my experience remodeling an apartment in Florence. I had bought the apartment before the pandemic and I hadn’t realized how much work it needed and how much it would feel like living in a warehouse until I was able to start renovations.
The topic of the pandemic and surviving it in Italy arose on a recent tour I led for two lovely men from the US. I briefly shared the unfortunate timing, of living in my “warehouse” apartment with no furniture except a bed, no cosy living spaces, no couch, no TV, no Netflix, during the strict lockdowns. The clients said they “would have died of discomfort.”
What the inglorious and only bathroom in the apartment looked like:
I was passed by a friend to a guy in the window business (my antique windows from the 1800s were single pane and drafty and allowed Siberian air into an already freezing in the winter house). The window guy passed me to a mason who (Mr. Sloppy Mason) for my bathroom remodel.
At that point, I had funds enough only to overhaul the bathroom, and I didn’t see the point of hiring an architect just for that. When I met with the mason, he suggested I also hire this guy he works with—supposedly an architect—(Mr. Do Nothing) who he said could communicate with me while I was away, and keep me abreast of the work. The plan was for them to do it when I was in California.
I decided it would be good for someone to “have my back” and advocate for me in the case of complications or work not done well. This is NOT what I ended up getting from him. My advice in retrospect: Hire an architect, or someone “to have your back” who comes through YOU and not through the worker.
Mr. Sloppy Mason and Mr. Do Nothing in one of our planning discussions that went on for four weeks:
When the mason nicked a pipe and created a flood in my apartment, Mr. Do Nothing did NOT notify me. I heard about it from the young Greek student living below my apartment. She told me that the water had damaged the ceiling of her apartment but that my mason would be fixing it. When I messaged Mr. Do Nothing to ask about it, he was evasive.
Once I was back, and viewed all the things that went wrong, I realized that Mr. Do Nothing had not put any care into his role at all. He had not prevented the wrong color tile being installed, nor noticed that it was installed six inches higher on the wall than what I’d requested. He had not noticed (or he hoped I would not notice) the terrible installment of the baseboards and the sloppy grout job.
Yes, these are picture of the NEW baseboards, AFTER the remodel!
Mr. Do Nothing also had not asked the electrician to contact me to go over where I wanted the ceiling lights. He’d allowed an absurd amount of lights to be installed in the ceiling making it look like an operating room. He’d done almost nothing for his fee.
Months after the work was finished and I had long since paid Mr. Do Nothing and Mr. Sloppy Mason, my Italian neighbor suddenly told me that there had been “a piscina” (a swimming pool) in my living room.
I realized the “nicking of a pipe” had been far more dramatic (and bad for my house) than anyone had told me, which put Mr. Do Nothing in an even worse light.
Had I known, I would have had more gumption to argue his payment. (Why did the neighbor tell me so many months after the fact? No idea. She was connected to me on WhatsApp and could have told me immediately.)
A year later when I could face it, I tried to fix the grout.
Exasperation and smoke coming out of my ears:
When I had some new masons in my house installing the tiles behind the kitchen range, I asked them for opinions and help with the crappy grout job.
One of them said the only remedy was “to pull it all down”.
I googled endlessly about how to fix shower grout without dismantling the whole shower.
I made suggestion after suggestion to this mason— “Could we try this? Could we try that?”. For a few days he insisted nothing would work but finally his Romanian helper did what he could, and it’s a bit better.
I paid my new electrician to remove half the ceiling lights in the bathroom.
To save money, I painted the bathroom myself.
Almost two years after the initial remodel of the bathroom, I finally got a vanity made.
The vanities available in stores and online were all modern and generic and didn’t appeal.
I worked with a carpenter friend to make one.
I still had to varnish the vanity, and get the sink installed, and time was running out.
This was two years after the initial bathroom project. I had been doing a massive push for months to bring it all to completion and return to the US to take care of my cat who was too elderly to come with me.
(And the chaos of the remodel work would have been an extremely unsuitable situation for him.)
I knew he probably had a year at the most left to live and I was desperate to get back to him. (It turned out I had six months left with him upon returning to California.)
Rushing to complete the vanity — upside down in the living room:
I had fire coming out my ears trying to get the plumber to show up before I departed.
Luckily once he showed up, he was in a jolly mood.
Final “before and after” pictures
Sylvia says
Hilarious! I looked at the video and description of “before,” then I scrolled to the bottom to find the “after.” I found what I thought was a “gallery” of after photos, looking at this on my small phone. I thought, “Well it looks better but not that different.” Then I realized that the first two photos of the “gallery” were Before photos! LOL! Great job!
Chandi Wyant says
Thanks Slyvia for taking a look. Yes, easier to view the post on a larger screen!
John Henderson says
Holy hell, what a nightmare! But great videos. Who shot them for you? It’s good they were holding the camera. You might’ve smashed it into the lousy tile job. I love Italy and I love Italians but the work ethic here isn’t real consistent. But the bottom line is it was worth the wait. The bathroom looks great.
Chandi Wyant says
Hey John,
Thanks, yes it’s vastly improved! Almost anything would have been better than what was there!
If I am not in the video then I am the one behind the phone, taking the video. The videos I am in are taken either by a friend who came by, or a worker’s sidekick. When workers were in in full-on work-mode I didn’t ask them to pause what they were doing over my interest in videos 😉
Matthew says
Fascinating. As I am about to embark on a full house remodel near Pieve San Lorenzo your experiences were very useful. I wondered why you didn’t retain your geometra for this work?
Chandi Wyant says
Hi Matthew,
Yes, fascinating is one adjective among many that could apply 😂
I hired a Geometra in Lucca because I knew him and trusted him (as you know, getting things done in Italy is all about who you know), but it wasn’t the most convenient thing because the apartment is in Florence. He was not able to oversee the workers.
Cheri N says
Oh my. You wound up with a beautiful bathroom, but oh my goodness what a trip getting there! My husband and I are planning to move to Italy in about two years when our son is out of school. I hope we can find something in our price range that requires little work. How did you learn Italian? I’m glad you made it back to spend time with your kitty. I recently lost my cat of 22 years and I still miss him. Thanks for posting the link to this in your FB post today about your kitchen. Luckily I followed the link before the post disappeared.
Chandi Wyant says
Hi Cheri,
Where in Italy are you thinking you’ll move? Do the posts on Renovating Italy disappear? 🤔
I learned Italian in the 80s when I did a language program in Florence when I was 20 years old.
How wonderful that your cat lasted 22 years. Mine was a Maine Coon and lasted 17 years. It was a terrible loss for me. He was an amazing cat and was basically the main person in my life at that point. I absolutely empathize with your loss.
I hope my remodel posts will be helpful for you!
Cheri N says
I’m interested in central Italy – Tuscany, Umbria, Abruzzo, Lazio. Yes that covers a lot of ground! We are planning another trip to Italy this July to check out small towns that we like. We are Flying into Rome and staying a couple nights each in Viterbo, Chianni and Cortona and will try to scout out those general areas. For some reason your kitchen floor post seemed to be gone when I tried to go back to it later. There was even a note that “the post had been removed” or something like that. However I just went back now to get the exact wording, and Lo and Behold, the post is there, with all the comments!!?? Maybe I was in the twighlight zone last night. Anyway I look forward to reading more of your remodeling adventures. I love that you are still able to laugh about it all.
Nancy says
Incredible. I have new appreciation for your bathroom having just stayed in your apartment. It’s beautiful, the attention to color and design is striking. I hope the end result brings you joy.
I went through a remodel in the US and can relate a bit to some of your agony. Mr Do Nothing lives everywhere! But your experience was something else. Love your perseverance!
Chandi Wyant says
Yes, seeing the videos definitely creates an appreciation, otherwise the blood, sweat, and tears, aren’t apparent.
Cute comment about Mr Do Nothing living everywhere. I just hope I don’t encounter any more!😆