Bathroom plans and inspiration

If you walk up my freshly painted black and white stairs, and across the shiny “new “wood floor, and by the hall library (which I haven’t shown you just yet), and peak behind one of the crisply painted black doors…you’ll find the ugliest room in my house. It’s my best kept worst secret: the upstairs bathroom. It’s fully furnished with puke green sinks, shower and toilet, rotting drywall, pealing lanolin, leaking pipes, and rusty fixtures. It’s the last major room remodel we have left that needs to be addressed, preferably sooner than later. I’ll spare you the awful pictures, and instead show you some of my inspiration for this tragic little bathroom of mine. First off, we’ll need a floor. I’m thinking some crisp black and white would be nice. I know, I know, I’m just full of surprising color choices. I really like the look of small tiles, and … Continue reading

20 Minute Window Treatment (minus the rod)

20 minute curtains without the rod chapter37

I’m really not into complicated projects. For one thing, nap times seem to be growing shorter by the day (why oh why do kids have to outgrow naps?! Sniff.). For another, I have too many ideas rattling around in my brain to stay focused for very long. So that brings me to the simplest curtain ever created….no curtain rod needed. I did have a floor length, rather elegant lace curtain in this bathroom….and then the toilette decided to have a bad attitude all over the floor one day. After I got through with the damage control, I decided elegance is highly over rated and created this cute little valence with ties instead….which conveniently comes no where near the floor. Go ahead toilette, do your worst, I’m prepared. (Really though, couldn’t you just play nice? It is the season of goodwill and joy all that stuff you know.) Here’s how you … Continue reading

The little crates that could

Crate shelves

This is the very first project I did for this house. Before a single bit of paint was on the walls, when red carpet was still a horrifying reality, when the musty stench of dust and rot hung in the air and clung to your clothes. While plumbers, electricians, AC guys, and various other pickup truck owning individuals were crawling all over the house running wire, installing things, and shouting good natured insults at one another, the little girls and I sat safely out of way in the sunshine, staining crates. While boots pounded up and down the stairs, and the grind of saws and drills shrieked through the air, I was having a fine time splashing stain on my jeans, and day dreaming about white walls, painted brick, pretty counter tops, and a work room full of delightful things with a pretty spot to sit, read and plan. I … Continue reading