The Prequel

When we bought our house 11 years ago, it was in great condition cosmetically.  While it needed a new roof, new windows and a new furnace, there wasn't a lot on the inside that we could complain about.  Except our one and only full bathroom.  Which I swear, I never saw during the three times we looked at the house; or the inspection; or the final walkthrough.  Or else, I would have run screaming.  This is what our full bath looked like the first few years we were in the house (circa 1949).

Original medicine cabinet - with a slot for razors (right above the mouthwash) and everything.

In 2005, we just couldn't handle the pink anymore, and so we did a small renovation - it was all that we could handle at the time and, for the most part, it took care of the worst parts.  This redo was enough to hold us over until the last year or so, we when started dreaming about doing the bathroom over; and having nightmares about the shower handles snapping off in our hands one morning.

The tub was glazed white. 

New medicine cabinet and sink. 

New toilet and shelf. 

Nothing we could really do about the privacy wall.