Mother: "When did you decide to stop cutting your hair?"
Me: "I didn't stop cutting it. I'm letting it grow out."
Mother: "Did Vance tell you to do that?"
Me: "No...I made the decision all by my 41 year old self"
Mother: "Well...it makes your 41 year old self look older than 41."
I so wish I was making that scene up.
Anyway...on to other things that she can critique later - like my bathroom reno that needs to get underway.
Here is what i affectionately call the bowling alley. It feels that way to me - with that long expanse of wall on the left.
Sadly, this is not the true before...it's just ugly still. The true before would have shown you lemon yellow walls but fortunately for YOU my computer crashed awhile back and took that unpleasantness with it. This is the after where i couldn't decide on a paint color and slapped the family room paint on it - which of course - is blue.
Let's break down this sad bath..
I know. I know. You're thinking I'm a design diva. I can't even type that with a straight face.
There are a few things that i'm ok with in here. The mirror. And the dark hamper. Oh, and that vanity tray with the goodies on top. That's about it. And you really can't even tell what the hamper looks like but trust me, it's all PB knock off cute from Target.
Everything else gives me a headache. It's a hodgepodge of mixing houses together and forcing things in there and nothing matches and i hate it. HATE IT. Hate the lamp, hate the soap canister, hate the candle, hate the shower curtain. hate the orange cabinet. hate the ...well you get the idea. And i have no clue what to do. Seriously.
I just know it needs to be crisp, clean, I have become smitten with crisp. Like these.
from Maillardville Manor
RMS - love this. A lot.
And then, there's my Heather Chadduck bath...but i'm realizing that i'm already over the map thing. And I'm thinking it's little too rustic now.
And there was a time not too long ago when we bought this...and this was supposed to be the jumping off point for the colors all through the house. And this ain't goin' away. I love it. It's over my tub and I realized that i kept straying away from it because i was trying to make all the old stuff work. And it's not going to. So it's all going away. All the burgundy, olive, dark stuff - gone.
as cheaply as i can get by with it. ahem. and as long as i can hide the evidence, i mean receipts, we should be good.