The master bathroom in this house has been… an adventure. Starting back just months after we purchased the house, we noticed a soft spot underneath the disgusting white linoleum. With visions of falling through through the ceiling into the kitchen below, we replaced the plywood and put down octagonal tile, and with that the bathroom renovation officially began.
Months later we revisited the room, this time taking down the ivy print wallpaper from all the walls. A light fixture also came down at that time, and I can’t even remember why.
Because then it sat. For months. Other projects took precedence, and we hid the bathroom from visitors at all costs.
When Uncle Sam came through with tax returns, we knew exactly which room needed the most loving. The husband was absolutely fed up even thinking about all of the work required, but I was beyond excited to finally have the light, airy bathroom of my dreams.
After a bevy of painters, plumbers, and electricians, and a bit of installation work by the husband and myself, I can finally say- It is finished.
See for yourself!
It was a long time coming, but I am just in love with the results. What was once a forever-in-progress mismatched disaster is finally my personal spa and little oasis!