Mini Paintypants.

The pink bathroom. It's just... erm... pink.


We've grown to accept the pink tile. It's fine, really. I mean, yeah, OK, it's pink, and that's not our first choice for bathroom colors, but it's fine. The carpet was bad, and that's gone.

What really sucked the most was the ratty, dirty, pinkish paint... complete with bad settlement cracks.



You can see the pinkish hue, and, yeah, those lines are cracks in the plaster. I filled the cracks with spackle, and that made things a little better, but the walls looked crappy and dirty.

So, this weekend, I tried to make it better.

I finally ditched the pink curtains, which made the room look a little bleak, I think, but the clean white paint brightened the place up quite a bit. And we don't have to look at cracks in the walls anymore.

However (there's always a "however," isn't there?), I managed to snap a hunk out of the plexiglass cover that sits in front of the light above the mirror when I was cleaning it. I was so irritated with myself that I didn't take a picture. Having said this, I hate that damn fixture and mirrored medicine cabinet. The whole thing is ancient and ugly, and I want it gone. Avy thinks I broke it on purpose, but I didn't... I didn't mean to break it before we could replace it, though. Now we have to look at a broken hunk of plastic every morning until we can replace it. Ugh.