I hated this bathroom when Richard and I looked at the house in 1986. Not only did it have pink fixtures; they were three different shades of pink. I kid you not. Then there was this wallpaper. Who knew that you could make a Southwest-themed wallpaper with Scottie dogs? Oh, wait. Are those ponies?
As a stop-gap measure I bought this flowered wallpaper out of the remainder barrel. Oh, dear. Not so temporary after all since I think that we put that up in 1993.
The digital photos do not accurately portray the particle board (tho obviously custom) vanity with its brown laminate top and constantly falling off backsplash.
This photo shows the lovely new window we put in. A previous owner had covered over the window but left the triple track on the outside with a window blind taped to it. From the exterior it looked as if we never raised the blind. Instead of looking out a window, we looked at a large mirror with a fluorescent light. It gives me the willies just writing that. It was a happy day when the third floor bathroom leaked overnight ruining some of the ceiling in the second floor bath. I tore that ceiling out with a song in my heart. And since I had the reciprocating saw in my hand, I cut into the wall to free the window.
Why didn't we renovate sooner? Inertia? Perhaps the fact that I rarely used that bathroom may have contributed to the delay. Out of sight, out of mind?
Tomorrow brings the loudest demo: jackhammering out the hexagonal tile which was set in 3"to 6" of mud. Grab the ear protection or be out of the house.
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