When it rains, it pours. After the pool debacles of earlier this year, and me ripping the water meter loose on Monday, I get up this morning to find that the shower valve in the master bath has gone the way of cheap plumbing fixtures. I can't even identify the damned thing, so I don't know what I'm looking for. I took good pictures and I'll head to Lowe's a bit later this afternoon to try and educate myself.
Thankfully, the shower in the guest bath still works. When I discover which valve I need for the master bath, I'll keep the packaging so that when the cartridge on the guest bathroom dies, I'll know what to look for. I'm sure that the contractor who built this house thirteen years ago put in the same shower valves. The one in the master is marked "Lowes" and that's where I'll start my search.
**Update** Well, that was a wasted trip. I went to Lowe's and tried to get some help. Showed the guy in the plumbing department the photos of the shower valve, and he asked "What am I looking at, a sparkplug?"
Okay, sparky, it's easy to see that you've never done any plumbing. I guess I'll go to a real plumbing-supply house tomorrow after work.