When last we left our intrepid DIY'ers they - ok, I - was in the middle of painting the bathroom a disgusting shade of brown. Lovingly referred to as BSB, and definitely not at all what was desired.
After weeks of planning, this was not the plan. To throw blame in every possible direction ... this is the first time since we moved into this house that Mitchell has not had a hand in the planning. From the outset, he said "do whatever you want." We should have discussed it - thoroughly.
But time had come to woman-up, admit defeat and seek a second opinion. It was clear neither of us was advocating to keep this color.
So off to the paint store to look at new samples and to look for new rugs - gone are the purple, as pretty as they are! And, then home again to prime over the brown paint. The man at the paint store, suggested, "Ma'am, sometimes you just need to walk away for a while."
And, walk away I did. Overnight.
So, gone are the rugs, and the pretty fabric [we are re-using the valance we had], and the little frames that I painted to match. Gone, too, the gray accessories. But in their place is a warm, welcoming bath with a shiny new shower that we really enjoy. It was worth all the time and effort.
Now, for the irony. Here's the new color for the bath. It's the darker one - Venetian Dew. But you have not really seen the original color. Well, that's easy ... it's the lighter one Fountain Mist. All that work and I'm one whole shade darker than I started!