Except I hate it.
Pre-remodel, the bathroom looked like a 70’s Greek revival. Post-remodel, it looks like it belongs in an expensive bachelor pad. Neither theme really appealed to me (I just thank God there’s no more carpet) so I set out to add a little color.
And I wanted to do so by spending zero dollars. I’m positive next time I step into an antiques store my Visa will spontaneously combust. So instead, I stepped into my garage (currently full of crap) and went shopping among things I already own.
Eight minutes later I’m slightly happier with my bathroom. It’s not a major change (next bathroom I get my hands on I’m wallpapering), but enough to make a small impact.
Fortunately for me, my cousin is an amazing artist. Unfortunately for her, one time when she was out of town, I raided her closet and ‘grab-and-dashed’ all I could get my hands on. Thankfully she lives in New York and not New Orleans. If she walked through my house she’d probably call the cops.
Win-win. I need to go shopping in my garage more often.