You can clearly tell the rooms in this house that I've paid attention to, and the ones that are still pretty much the way they were when we bought them. Take the downstairs bathroom, for example:
Now, there's nothing wrong with this space. It's perfectly tasteful and perfectly functional. It's all that, but it's just not quite mine yet. BUT with a week spent contorting my body into spaces where it's not meant to fit (aka painting), some new fixtures, and a lot of help from Mike mounting things onto the wall in ways that mean they (probably) won't fall off, the bathroom is finally done. It's now a palace that completely reflects me. And maybe the Jetsons.
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