Alum Maggie Downs has a new essay in the Washington Post this week about finding your inner Tim Gunn:
One week after Everest was born, the shower on the second floor of my condo began leaking into the garage underneath. The landlady arranged for a few different companies to come by and assess the damage, and she hired the one that gave her the lowest estimate.
The weeks that followed were filled with construction, starting as early as 6 a.m. and finishing well after dark. They used sledgehammers to destroy the existing tile, and the concrete underneath was smashed away with a slow, continuous bang! – bang! – bang! They thunked and clattered and carried sacks of tile shards down the stairs. They piped a putrid, tar-like substance into the gaping sore that used to be a shower, then laid sheets of concrete.