We have rented our homes for the last 10 years. Obviously, with Joel in grad school for the first 7 years of marriage, that was a no-brainer. When he got the job in Cedar City after he graduated with his doctorate, we thought we would buy a house.
So, we looked.
But, alas. It wasn't to be. He graduated in May of 2006 and we moved to Cedar in August. Just in time for the tippy-top of the housing inflation. The twin home we ended up renting was going for 205,000 dollars when we moved in. For a 1,400 square foot, poorly-constructed duplex, I thought that was insane.
For the first year, we still looked around at homes, and our landlord actually pushed the place we were living in quite heavily. She would drop the price by a few thousand dollars every couple of months, but we knew if we were to buy, it certainly wouldn't be that house. After a little over a year of living there, we gave up on buying a home even though the prices were steadily going down. We had begun to feel our time in Cedar City was very temporary, and buying a home wouldn't be the best move.
I'm so glad we didn't. Had we bought, we would probably be renting here in Houghton, simply because we wouldn't have been able to sell our house in Cedar. And if we did, it's doubtful that we would have gotten what we paid for it.
I tell you all this, because in the ten years we have been renting, there is only one thing about it that I truly hate. Because really? Renting has its advantages. Like, when the garage door commits suicide, you don't have to pay to fix it. Or when the sprinkler system refuses to work right, it's your landlord footing both the water and the repair bills. No property taxes. And, best of all, you don't have to sell it when you move to Michigan.
But, oh, the white walls.
I hate the white walls. The one and only reason I couldn't wait to be a home owner was just so I could have a little color in my life. That's it. Otherwise, I might have been happy to rent forever. Okay, so that's not entirely true, but seriously? I really, really hate white walls.
Therefore, it is completely ironic that my very first painting job here in the new house would be to paint the girls' bathroom--you guessed it--white. Whoever lived here before painted it a light brown. Not taupe. Brown. And it was awful.
The space has no natural light, super low ceilings (Joel can't even stand up straight in there, and my head touches the ceiling in several spots), and the brown just made it look dingy and dirty and completely uninviting. I evaluated it for several days, and I knew it had to be brightened up. And with the lack of natural light and the painfully low ceilings, white was really the only color that would work.
So, ultra-bright white it was.
And I am a great big hypocrite.
Here's the finished product (sorry--I was almost finished painting when I realized I should have taken before pictures. I won't make that mistake again).
So, I based the entire bathroom on this shower curtain, which I had before and really like. I got it at Target if you want to know.
This bathroom only has a standing shower. And it's never once been used by us because my kids hate taking showers. So they come downstairs and use the awesome clawfoot tub that's in our bathroom. So, for now, this shower is just for show.
This is a view just as you walk in the door. You can't really tell that this part of the ceiling is also fairly low, but I can reach up and touch it without straightening my arm. The artwork is done by Chloe. I figured it works.
I got the cabinet thingy at Wal-Mart and put it together all by myself. (Yes, Joel cooks dinner while I paint the bathroom and put together furniture. Works for us.) The small doorway that I was lucky enough to have the cabinet fit exactly into goes into the attic. The very yucky, scary, icky attic. I was really worried that my kids (Sophia) would go in there all the time if we didn't barricade it somehow. I'm sure I'll clean it out eventually, but for now, there's a cabinet. And it holds lots of stuff like shampoo and hair pretties and washcloths and toilet paper, too. Dual purpose!
Flower hair pretties hanging from some ribbon on the wall. Above-the-toilet artwork done by Bria. In front of that partitioning wall is the shower. Behind it is the vanity, which I will show you next.
Voila! The vanity. With more towels. And even more in a basket. I got the little buckets at Target and thought they'd be fun for toothpaste and toothbrushes. Each girl has her own bucket. The pink step stool that you can't see very well because my camera lens isn't wide enough is also from Target. I am missing Target right about now. Sigh.
Kind of hard to tell, but this is all in a corner-ish type area. The hair pretty holder is on the wall that divides the vanity area from the shower.
And there it is. My once dark and dingy and depressing attic bathroom is now bright and white and happy! And I like it so much, I don't even care if it makes me a hypocrite.