The Bathroom is *Almost* Finished As Well!

 If you'll recall, we started with a harmless, innocuous bathroom (with the exception of the crappy tiling job, of course).  It wasn't ugly, it wasn't awful, it was just, well, there.  It was a large, cavernous space that needed something, but I wasn't sure what.

Brien was dumbfounded.  After all, yellow is my favorite color.  It was fine, really, why did we need to do anything?  In fact, he threatened to make me go back to work so I would stop thinking of home renovation projects.  :oP

Well, with some paint, some boards and a whole lot of energy, we finished the bathroom last night.  Here's the after:

 I love love LOVE the blue!  It's "Misty Surf" by Olympic and it is a gorgeous color.  It is changeable, sometimes blue-y green, sometimes greyish blue, sometimes light blue.  The lighting affects the color, but all of them are beautiful.

Another "before".

Aaaaaaaand, "after".  I swear, my heart simply sings looking at this room.  I will walk in just to look at it and then walk back out again. :o)  I had wondered if the blue might make it look darker, but there is that large expanse of white that saves it. 

I had originally planned on using "Antique White" for the trim and board and batten, but decided it was far to ivory to go with the "Misty Surf".  Having already poured the paint into my trim and roller trays, I left it, gathered my girlies and headed to Ace where I found "Super White" by Benjamin Moore.  It was just the crisp, bright white I wanted. 

 And, looking towards the vanity.  I used to hate that big white tower-y thing.  It serves a very important purpose, but ugh.

 After.  I now really like the tower.  It flows with the rest of the room now, instead of sticking out like a sore thumb.  I need to find small white bathmats for in front of our sinks, and I would like to frame in the mirrors.  I'd also like to have a Brien frame a few of our black and white photos to hang.  That's why I say we're "almost" finished.  I just have little odds and ends to take care of.  You know, like the "Antique White" paint that is gracing the front of the vanity.

How did that get there you may ask?  Remember how I stated I left the already poured paint in the trays?  Well, I have a five year old who likes to leave the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs open, and a toddler who insists upon getting down from the table when she is finished, and who loves to climb stairs. 

Stupid mistake number 1: Leaving the paint in the trays.
Stupid mistake number 2: Not checking the baby gate before letting the Bean down.
Stupid mistake number 3: Deciding to finish my lunch because I just knew the Bean would be playing in the playroom--just like she always does. 

Yeah.  Chalk it up to MY stupidity.  I realized things were a might TOO quiet, saw the baby gate open, felt my heart drop to my toes, and FLEW up the stairs.  I'm fairly certain my feet didn't touch the treads. 

I found Miss Ellie, happily playing in my room, covered from head to toe in "Antique White" paint.  It was in her hair, on her clothes, all over her hands and feet.  Yes, I said her FEET.  I could see where she had been playing in the paint (hey, who can blame her? It's cool, rich, thick and creamy and LOADS of fun, after all) and footprints leading out of the bathroom onto my brand spanking new carpet. 

I wanted to throw-up.

And then, I noticed there was no paint in sight.  None.  I have no idea how she managed it, but there was mostly paint on her, a bit on my vanity, and some on her activity center and that was it.  While on the one hand, I wish I had taken a photo, on the other, I considered myself the luckiest mama alive to escape with such minor damage and raced her to the shower.  I did however save the clothes as evidence. ;o)

But, back to the gorgeousness that is my "new" bathroom.

 I'm still puttering around with this a bit.  I have a black lantern I'd like to spray paint white to put on here.  The bowl is an antique Lissie gave me that I just love.  In fact, I'd really like to have it back in the kitchen, so I'm looking for another holder for the decorative balls.

 I needed some place to keep my make-up handy.  I think this works.

 We installed hooks instead of the towel bars.  I don't know about you all, but we rarely put our towels back on the towel bar "nicely", and instead just hung the towels so they would dry as efficiently as possible.

And, finally, a view of the beautiful new floor my brilliant husband worked so hard to put in.  He took up the tile and scraped up the thinset and grout, and installed new floors, all within a week's time.  I'm in awe, I really am.

I look at the before and after pics and can't believe it's the same space.  It's truly amazing what a little paint, some cosmetic changes (new switch plates and door hardware), and hard work can do.  I think the change would have been stunning even had we not had to redo the floor, that's just the icing on the cake. :o)

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Today's Sparklies:

1.  This is one clever Bean.  She isn't able to, but she tries so desperately to put on her shoes and socks.  Oh, and pants too.  While I'm trying to change her diaper...

 2.  So, this one is from yesterday, but still:

I just loved the bright red ladybug juxtaposed against the bright green grass.
3.  Finishing the bathroom with the exception of some minor odds and ends.
4.  Realizing just how smarty-pantsy the squirrels are when it comes to getting food from my feeder.  They are so stinkin' smart.
5.  Finding a better humor about Lil trying to drown the carpet upstairs.  It's amazing how things look different in morning light.  That's definitely one of those stories that will go down in family infamy.  :o)  It was just the final straw on a day capped with poor listening.  But that's a post for another day.

No milestones.