Purple. Yes, purple. Well, lavender to be exact but Chris didn’t care to hear that either. To be fair, I was going for a smoky purple… it turned out more grandma-doily-purple than smoky purple though. Before you hear Chris’ rant regarding how life-shattering this room was, please consider the following:
- I, Julie Weber, painted the whole bathroom myself while Chris was at work so it’s not like he wasted his day slaving over this color any seven-year-old girl would’ve killed for.
- Before opening the door and revealing the purple paradise, I both warned him and acknowledged the error of my ways.
- You should also note that the bathroom was the most horrid shade of stale mustard yellow that you’ve ever seen. No color in history could have been worse than what the previous owners had slathered on the wall.
- For the second round, I chose a soothing, sea-foam green that is now approved by all parties. Problem solved.
The powder room was our first adventure into truly renovating a room of the house. And, as I’m sure you’ve discovered by reading about the paint, it was quite the learning experience. After we finished, the only pieces that were unscathed by our remodeling were the toilet and the floor. The following items weren’t so lucky: new sink, new faucet, new mirror, new lighting, new countertop, new towel ring, new accessories, newly painted cabinets, new cabinet hardware, and, of course, new wall paint (four coats…)
So, what were our take-aways?
- Spray paint isn’t just reserved for art projects and graffiti. I was shocked to discover that spray painting bronze light switches and toilet paper holders doesn’t turn out that tacky. We sprayed ours to a nice, oiled-rubbed bronze color to match the new faucet and light and it actually looks legit. And what a convenient way to cut costs!
- Hobby Lobby a) is closed on Sundays (forgot that one) and b) has really cute, inexpensive towel rings. I found an antique, rod-iron-looking heart-shaped towel ring (phew, that was a mouthful) that worked perfectly. And with an $8 price tag, it was even better!
- Avoid Valspar paint. We purchased Valspar white semi-gloss trim paint and were highly disappointed. Within a week, it started peeling off the wall and had a rough texture. We’re a proud Behr family now.
- Don’t be afraid of visiting your local Habitat for Humanity ReStore. Being the latest and greatest finish, oil-rubbed bronze items can get expensive. We found a fantastic deal on an oil-rubbed fixture for $30 at our local ReStore. It looks comparable to any $100 fixture at Home Depot or Lowe’s but at a third of the price!
After one weekend (yes, we did all this in one weekend!!), the “Charlene/Julie’s mom” room (thus dubbed by Chris) was complete. I am shocked to say that we survived, can still say that we like each other, and, most importantly, were ready to move onto the bigger bathrooms. No rest with the Webers!
Blurple. That’s the word I reserve for particularly ugly shades of purple. And this room was blurple. Honestly, I wasn’t upset that the room had to be repainted; I was upset that I was the one that had to repaint it as Julie had “already painted so much” that day. “Had already done enough damage” is how she should have phrased it.
Anyway, let’s talk semantics. There’s a fine line between “should fit” and “does fit.” For example, if you measure a bathroom and then pick out a vanity top that is the same size as your opening, well, in theory, it “should fit.” However, when you get home and install it only to discover it’s wedged against the wall at a 30* angle, it’s safe to assume that it “doesn’t fit.” Oops. I’m not a professional, but I think I came up with a pretty clever solution: bash the hell out of the wall with a hammer. All I needed was a few millimeters of flexibility in the wall, and the side splash was just tall enough to cover up the swiss-cheesed drywall. Jackpot. While Julie prayed in the corner, I got medieval on the wall. A few good whacks and the vanity fit like a glove. Huzzah!
I’d also like to take this opportunity to discuss electrical safety. The human body is, unfortunately, an excellent conductor. This means that as someone is getting electrocuted, they will conduct electricity onto any other conductor they come into contact with. What this means for you is that if you touch someone that’s being electrocuted, you’ll get zapped as well. Also, I now know that our house was wired with a GFCI circuit powering all the outlets near a water source, rather than having individual GFCI outlets in each location, so when I shut off power to the bathroom I foolishly assumed the outlet was shut off as well. ZAP! Wrong. I’m not easily startled, but getting an unexpected jolt always gets the job done. I can’t fault her for rushing to my aid, but the first thing Julie did was grab me, and I immediately lectured her on electrical safety, fingers still tingling (in all seriousness, as little as one amp can kill you, so be absolutely sure a circuit is off before you work on it).
The moral of this story, though, is that this was our foray into true renovations, and we survived. More importantly (or perhaps most depressingly), we had been bitten by what we call in the car world the “mod bug”, that is, the inability to leave something the hell alone, and the uncontrollable compulsion to customize everything you own. When an 18 sq. ft. room no one really uses literally tries to kill you, renovating the rest of the house seems daunting. But if it gives me an excuse to buy beer and tools, I say bring it on!
Now, onto the good stuff: the pictures!