Here’s the deal. I’m going to show you my bad paint choices. But after today, we speak of this to no one.
This is what the bathroom looked like when we rented the house. I would not step foot into the space until my hubby removed the vanity and painted every square inch of it.
|(I think it’s funny that I put a watermark on this photo. Don’t anyone pin this.)
This is how the bathroom looked after our initial makeover so it was move in ready. Clean. Not creepy. I’m a simple girl and I was happy!
After three years it needed some love. We only have one bathroom, a hobby farm, and a 6-year-old boy. Need I say more?
So, I had the idea that I would save some money and use the leftover paint in the cellar room (that turquoise room at the top of the cellar steps that holds all that used to be in our two-car suburban garage). It sounded something like this…
Remember that blue I painted the porch ceiling? It’s so pretty out there. Robin’s egg blue on a sunny day. Magnificent. We’ll use that to paint the ceiling in the bathroom.
And all that leftover paint–beige from the study, two gallons of antique white from some unknown mystery project long forgotten, the lefter over porch ceiling blue, and the army green from the boy’s room–let’s mix that together. Should make some form of grey/beige.
Not so much.
It makes wedding mint green. See…
Have you ever laughed and cried at the same time? I don’t mean alternately, laugh some, cry some. I mean literally at the same time. I have.
And then my hubby sent me to Ace to get some actual “greige” while he painted the ceiling white.
Now, without further delay (really, this has been built up too much), the final color…
And my 1930’s highboy in Annie Sloan’s duck egg blue, drawers lined with pages from an old hymnal. Seriously, it’s all about the dresser.
The dresser is available for sale here.