about 2 years ago, i finally caved and agreed to move our family to the suburbs. but i had one stipulation... that our new house would have a "suburban bathroom" as i call them. you know, the kind of bathroom with a soaker tub and separate shower, the one with a large window with light streaming in, the one with the enormous walk-in closet. well folks, i ended up with the disaster shown above. my inherited bathroom is reminiscent of a bad hotel room. it contains one section with a large vanity and drawers which leads into a tiny, tiny room housing a shower, toilet and sink. tell me when a home owner could ever have said "yes, that's it, it's absolutely beautiful, exactly what i wanted." it just makes me shake my head.
which leads me to this day of beauty. the bathroom has been gutted, the middle wall has been knocked down and this beautiful tile has been laid.
bear with me, it's not in all it's glory yet. it needs another pass with a wet sponge to clear away the grout haze, but i love it. the tile is very retro with it's hexagons, but so modern with it's dark graphite color. and best of all, the price tag was very budget friendly. when the entire renovation is over, i know i will shout "yes, that's it, it's absolutely beautiful, exactly what i wanted."
he, he, I love the lone light bulb struggling in that fixture.
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