"If" I had a vision for what I was doing on the dining room redo, I've lost it.
So in place of a dining room reveal, how about a tour of a bathroom. I'm not cleaning it first so if you look hard you'll see dust.
Brawn's first attempt at poured concrete counters are in this guest bathroom. Saved a bundle on his idea.
The floors are natural stone that match the pillars in our dining room as well as our family room fireplace. The pottery is made by one of my kids, not sure which one, but I have narrowed it down to either #3 or #4.
Recall that little chest, I got it for I think $5.00 and gave it an up-doo - it had trains on it. Now it holds my chalk paint and waxes, because isn't the bathroom where everyone keeps their paint supplies? I use the little chair to sit and read to a certain 2 year old in training. Last week she wanted to come in and read to me. Cracked. Me. Up.
Our house has lots of rustic decor. I love the white, crisp French look, I just don't have any of it.
This bathroom used to lead out to a deck that went to our pool. When the kids were small they could access the bathroom without dripping water across the whole house, and all the pegs would hold the wet towels. Now they hold tools. You can still walk out on to a deck, but it no longer leads to the pool unless you jump over a railing and plunge 10 feet down.
The knobs went in the basket till I found something to do with them. I may never move them. We have a card playing friend who asks every time he uses that bathroom "what's the deal with the old door knobs?".
He never asks about the vintage package of toilet paper.
I picked up this can last year at Junk Bonanza. It would be great for so many things, but I parked it there for trash, and that's where it stayed.
The legs on the vanity are from one of our Christmas trees that Brawn de-barked.
And while you are sitting and relaxing, this old original movie poster is directly in front of you. The writing gives you something to read, unless a 2 year old insists on reading Walter the Farting Dog to you.
He held his knife at the frontiers throat....it's treasure in his arms! Ah ha ha ha ha, old Hollywood is funny.