So, I have an outdoor bathtub. Doesn't everyone?
I admit I got the idea from the publication, Coastal Living, quite a few years ago. I saw a photograph of an old claw foot bathtub on an outdoor deck and just knew I could do that at the farmette. Plus, I already knew there was a claw foot bathtub, original to this old house, in the barn.
Never mind that the old tub didn't have any feet or that it was covered in manure. Or, that the drain was plugged with tar.....I was determined. I scraped out the manure and cleaned the tar out of the drain. And then Secret Agent Man intervened with his
magic wand grinder.
Next it received a coat of acrylic paint and a new set of feet. And then came Secret Agent Man's magic words of wisdom...., "Where are you going to put that thing?" That question is usually reserved for those times when I let him know that I just purchased a very ancient piece of furniture.
And, in case you were wondering, it is in a secluded spot. Most definitely not next to the cow trough, mailbox, tractor parking, etc....