Lipstick on a Pig

I don't like to admit defeat, but after a weekend trying to make the bathroom more appealing, I have officially given up. I thought if I spent some time painting the walls and cabinet in our Pepto pink bathroom, I could make it through another few months putting up with my least favorite space in our house. It's hard to appreciate how awesomely uncool this bathroom is until you've seen it up close. I know everyone says it's not as bad as I make it out to be. I can't pinpoint why I hate it so much. It's probably the pink plastic tiles that look like they were grouted with brown gum. And the mauve and rose sticky tile/linoleum that kind of covers the floor. And the very pale pink aged paint that covers the walls, ceiling, and door. I know, it could be worse. A lot worse. I'm happy that the shower is a fiberglass insert and not tile that's been neglected for 50 years. And I'm happy that the sink and toilet work. I've been pretty nostalgic for a lot of this house, wanting to make sure we don't tear out too many walls or ruin the integrity of the original plan. But I have NO nostalgia for this bathroom. It must have been remodeled in the 60's, a decade that I don't love, because there isn't anything in this room that I want to save. My weekend project was to sand and paint the large vanity cabinet glossy white and paint the ceiling and walls a light grey that might offset the pink tile and look nice(r). Sadly, when all my work was done, I didn't feel any better about the bathroom. So instead of spending time trying to cover up what's ugly, I'm going to focus my energy on looking for new tile, a pedestal sink, light fixtures, and a toilet that doesn't sound like it's taking half of Lake Union when flushed.

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