Hi everyone, welcome back for the final week of the One Room Challenge! For the past six weeks a host of bloggers have worked tirelessly to take one room from a zero to a hero. [Catch up on past weeks HERE.] Let me tell you something: this challenge ain’t for wimps or wussies. Six weeks ago my husband loved me, my children recognized me, and I weighed five pounds less. Apparently the threat of utter public humiliation makes me hungry. Was it worth it? I don’t know, donuts are pretty delicious.
Imagine this bathroom is a giant frosted donut. Nom nom.
I really hope you like it, because I kind of love it. It’s magic mushroom mystery submarine crazy. I so very much wish you could come visit in person because this is the hardest room in the universe to photograph EVER. And unlike most photoshoots where I am piling laundry into corners out of the camera’s view, I think this space looks so much better in person.
Also it is tiny so there are really only two angles, but somehow I managed to take 300 pictures. I hope you like to look at pictures of my bathroom on the internet. Let’s hit the rundown.
You may recall that I scored this handsome Altman’s faucet on ebay. Some days I wake up filled with worry… will the brass trend die a horrible chevronesque death due to ubiquity and overuse? It might. But if you like it, do it. I think someone famous said that once.
Cb2 Torked it out of the park with this mirror. It really goes everywhere, and it especially works when you have a lot of things happening in a small space. Pare. It. Down. It’s awesome, except after we (Ben) hung it I decided it was about two inches too high and now there is a big hole in the wallpaper, but don’t worry you can’t see it because I am a wizard with concealer.
My pare it down principle somehow does not extend to lighting, because when faced with electrified shiny things I can’t seem not to take it to the maxxx. I am in sweet love with this Mazzega chandelier I picked up off ebay for pennies on the dollar. I swear this thing is 20x more impressive in real life. It’s spun from Charlotte’s webs and angel tears.
After we (Ben) hung it, I decided it was two inches too high so I made him lengthen the chain, which required disassembling and reassembling with held breath and eyes wide shut. The fear of possible breakage will continue to give me ptsd for weeks.
Ike was sooooo excited about this soap dish — this glass soap dish that I didn’t want him to use. He actually started crying when I tried to take it out of HIS bathroom. Because he thinks the bathroom belongs to him. Don’t say I never spoil you, kid. You can have the soap dish too.
When it came time to hang last week’s proposed lucite towel ring, I balked. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me until I scrolled through my ginormous collection of bathrooms on pinterest and realized that none of my favorites had a towel ring. Zero. A few had petite towel bars, which at least keep things nice and flat instead of scrunched up and germy. I decided I didn’t want anything hanging on that wall… it just felt cluttered. Then I decided I hate regular hand towels so I “made” these from a vintage linen tablecloth with metallic embroidery, and by made I mean “tore artfully.”
All is not lost, lucite lovers. I did end up using the paper holder with fancy BLACK toilet paper, courtesy of my sweet friend Rebecca who knows my heart’s desires so well.
How have I lived so long without black toilet paper that my children aren’t allowed to use? It’s amazing. Thank you, Rebecca! When I opened the box I almost wept with delight and maybe a little bit of first world self loathing. The fact that it’s a gift makes it ok. SCORE.
Speaking of great friends, let’s talk about my amazing art courtesy of Gillian Bryce Fine Art. I have 800 million paintings, but this wallpaper is tricky. Nothing I had worked and I was slightly EXTREMELY panicked, but I stalked the 214 Modern Vintage booth at High Point via facebook like it’s my job (it is). And then I spied this beauty amongst a host of angelic creations including many beatific William Fredericksen paintings and collages (also obsessed). Gillian overnighted this hero to me… I’m kind of speechless in love with her and the art. That is service, y’all. I highly recommend checking out her giant art collection. It’s excellent.
Did you notice the spray painted blinds? Thanks to all my instagram buds who encouraged me to paint my fingers and toes black. I’m happy to report that it worked pretty well (on the blinds). We’ll see how they hold up to a baby who likes to eat the wooden bobs. Please don’t call CPS. I know the heimlich.
So I think that’s it for my sources. Want to see a little freestyle action? These are the moments (cue teary montage):
And what would a makeover challenge be without a proper before and after? Put on your sunglasses, because the before pictures might blind the old and infirm. That’s not you, right?
And that, my friends, brings us to the end of our soap operatic journey through shame and into redemption. It’s been a long, dusty, expensive road, and I think I’ve earned a bottle of something cheap and strong to celebrate.
Thank you ever so much to Linda of Calling it Home for organizing and hosting such a lovely and talented group of designers and bloggers! This challenge gets better every round, and I’m honored to have been included. If you haven’t already, please do go visit the other participants to see their epic finales.
I myself plan to bust out a donut, drink some ripple, and try not to make Ben hang anything two inches away from perfection for at least the rest of the day. Until next time!
Abby M. Interiors
Because it’s Awesome
Bijou & Boheme
Calling It Home
Copy Cat Chic
The English Room
The Glam Pad
Little Black Door
My Notting Hill
The Pink Pagoda
My Sweet Savannah