I have some tricks up my sleeve for my bathroom remodel. It’s a lot of money to spend and we want to get it right.
My secret weapon is this vintage cistern I bought on eBay for a tenner on a complete whim last year. My husband though I’d suffered some kind of aneurysm, my brother said something I can’t print here, but I knew it wasn’t a mistake. When I showed our builder, Jon the cistern – covered in cobwebs and lime scale – he dusted her off, examined her insides and said “Ah, isn’t she lovely!”. I knew from that moment he was the builder for us.
I’ve bought another copper posser which will become a loo roll holder – I like using things for purposes other than those they were intended for. I wonder if there’s a name for that?
I love the whole mirror collage thing. We have three vintage mirrors in a row in our bedroom and it’s a nice effect. Although looking at my reflection in a state of undress is definitely not my favourite past time – especially at 7 months pregnant!
I’ve been a fan of these ‘subway’ tiles since they became the in thing and they do actually lend themselves really well to the kind of remodel I’m planning. We’ve talked about using black or silver grout too – I think it will look fab!
I’m also obsessed with the idea of a ladder for my towels. I’ve never really liked heated towel rails. They waste so much energy, and always seem to be rusting somewhere! This seem rustic, rather than rusty.
I hope it all comes together smoothly, I’m so excited – it will be the first time I’ve ever got to design my own bathroom. I do love long relaxing baths and I’m looking forward to bath time with Baby too. Hopefully it’ll be a family bathroom we can all use and enjoy!
It is with a dream of the Cadbury Flake advert that I say:
It’s only vintage but I like it!
I feel I should warn you that I’m about to become a bore. I’m about to bore you with all the details of my bathroom revamp. For weeks. Possibly longer. I’ll talk tiles, I’ll talk toilets and I’ll talk toilet roll holders. Think you can cope? Read on…
Following some revelations about the state of the plumbing in our charming period house (built in 1930), the Dr and I have decided to have some work done to our bathroom. The state of the plumbing, plus that fact that I hate just about everything about our main bathroom has meant I’m pretty happy about this decision.
I’ve never had the chance to model a bathroom from scratch and the prospect of making all the decisions about it is quite exciting. Of course, I’m a fan of vintage looking bathrooms and have one or two tricks up my sleeve which our builder, Jon, has taken in his stride.
So farewell wobbly toilet, goodbye mouldy grout, so long peach tiles (seriously, peach? It’s not 1987!), bye bye futuristic taps and ta-ta mint green paint. I just hope I can do a better job…
It is with a desire for crisp white walls I say:
Its only vintage but I like it!
The Dr (my husband) very kindly agreed to take me to a car boot sale on Sunday. This is a rare occurrence and he usually accepts repayment by means of a home cooked Full English.
Anyway, the boot sale was pretty busy this cold, clear morning. I’m quite picky, and I try to only buy the bits I really feel I can’t live without and this time my main purchase was these ice skates.
The guy I bought them off had lots of vintage stuff on his stall and when I picked them up he started telling me how the blades were new. I said I wasn’t going to wear them, I was going to use them as a decoration. He went on to say there was a sad story attached to them but I managed to dodge the sad story – I wasn’t sure I wanted them tainted, but I’m now intrigued! I’m imagining a Bunty-esque story about a brilliant ice skater, involved in a tragic accident who becomes a tough, uncompromising coach.
For the princely sum of £2 I was very happy with my purchase. I thought they’d look nice displayed somewhere at Christmas.
Pinterest has lots of ideas and I’m now very excited about my Christmas decs! I’ll be on maternity leave from the middle of November, with lots of time (hopefully) to plan what I’m putting up.
It is with a festive plan I say:
It’s only vintage but I like it!