Since I've already bored most of you with some serious scrubbing details, lets just say that the scrubbing continued for a few more hours until I was left with this: Which is about as good as it was going to get. Basically, we got it to the point where there was no more caulk or paint left on the tub and every crevice was smooth to the touch. We also cleaned it super deep so that when you touched it there was no more dust/dirt/rust/disgusting grime on your hands. It was exhausting, and I was so excited to move on to the much anticipated next step... priming! I always prime with KILZ for all of my woodworking projects, but this time it was especially important to use since it also has a built in stain-blocker and sealer. Don't want any gross-ness from Tubby's former life sneaking into its new makeover. To apply, I used a foam roller to get a nice, even coat without brushstrokes. For the hard to reach areas at the end I used a brush, but I found that the foam roller covered about 98% of the surface. One quick coat of primer later and it was already looking a million times better. The great thing about primer is that it doesn't have to be completely even. I've found that a solid, thin coat is better than multiple coats or glopping it on to try to force it to be more even. At this step, it's not about the look, it's about the coverage. Before I get into the painting part, I have to tell you guys the story about the paint, mainly because I'm sure most of you have had this experience in one form or another. My husband and I were at a big box store to purchase the paint for the outside of the tub. We found the perfect color based on our very thought out game plan and color palette regarding our future guest bathroom. I get up to the place where they mix the colors for you, hand him the swatch, and I start talking to Brad about how glossy we want the finish to be. I believe I said something like, "well, we should probably go with semi-gloss since it's for the outside of the bathtub and it might get wet..." and the paint mixer says "wait, you're using this paint on a bathtub?" Oh boy. Clearly the kid did not understand that it was a vintage, cast iron claw foot rather than an acrylic tub like they sell in store. As I continued to try to explain to him the game plan, he brought over another associate who confirmed to me that it definitely would not work and that I needed a special kind of paint that had to be special ordered and bla bla bla. I assured them that I was not crazy and that it would work. (Haven't they seen Sarah's House Season 2? Psh, clearly not.) To make matters worse, somewhere in the conversation the second associate said, "Are you sure you want to go with this color?" Burn. So, after about 10 minutes of them insulting my color choice and general DIY knowledge and skill, I gave them both my most charming smile and said, "Okay, just mix me a quart of this paint in semi-gloss... please." (BTW, my husband, the nicer counterpart in our relationship, had his head buried into his hands during most of this. I later apologized for embarrassing him in the store. Wouldn't be the first time.) Usually I'm very chatty with the paint mixers... this time it was quite quiet. Anyway, the point of that long story is that it makes me absolutely crazy when the sales people try to talk me out of things. Don't they want to make a sale? I know they probably get a lot of crazies coming into their store, but I always go in with plenty of research under my belt to explain away the crazy... at least to myself. Luckily, this isn't as common as the sexist power tool dispute. You know the one, ladies. It's when you go into a big box store and have a few questions about a power tool and they answer all of them while looking at your husband. Ugh. Putting this story temporarily on pause (oh yes, there's more), lets move on with the painting. I ended up purchasing Wishing Well in semi-gloss from Valspar. I bought the kind that has paint in primer in one for some additional coverage, even though I had already primed. (Better safe than sorry, right?) I used three coats to get an even finish. Here's a quick progression between the first coat and the last coat so that you can see how the extra time and coat-age makes a difference: See the difference? Once the paint was nice and dry we put the feet back on that we had prepped last weekend. Luckily, this step was super easy since they were just held on by a nut and bolt. We did purchase new nuts, bolts, and washers for the feet since the old ones were so rusted. I think it cost us a grand total of $2.13. In my mind, a totally worthwhile purchase. Here's a closer look so that you can see exactly how the feet are held on. We're very thankful that the tub doesn't way a metric ton even though it's cast iron. It's still incredibly heavy, but Brad and I were able to flip it onto its right side once the feet were on. (Maybe it's all that extra weight training I've been doing...) Ta da! Pretty tub. Lemme hit you with a quick "before" picture so that you can compare. Pretty big difference, huh? I still have a little bit of work to do on the inside. There's a bit of caulk and some stains that I need to work out, but that's just a little more cleaning. Probably another few hours... next weekend. But, it's finally starting to look like a tub that I would actually bathe in. So exciting! To end our story with the big box paint dudes, Brad and I went back in today to pick up the nuts and bolts for the feet. And the paint guy was there. And I called him a hooligan under my breath to my husband. At around the same time the paint guy said hello to me and asked me how my project was going. Drat, he remembered me. I can already see that having someone open the spray paint cabinet for me is going to become much more difficult. (sigh.) Anyway, I am very pleased with the progress and even more pleased with the fun, youthful color that we picked out for the tub. Yes, it was risky, but I think it paid off. It will definitely be the focal point of the bathroom, which I think is a good thing. Even Brad, who is terrified of color, loves it. I wish the pictures did it justice... it is SO much more fun in person. Anyone else taking some serious risks lately?