We actually finished this about a month ago, but it took me forever to get something on the window. I had a piece of drawing paper taped up there for that extra Klassy look.
Our powder room had a frog theme before. They were patterned after this book:
A friend of ours had painted their daughter’s bedroom with huge frogs from this book, and I loved it (it was also a favorite picture book of mine). I had her turn our powder room into a tiny swamp (I’d started removing the paper they were painted on when I thought to take these pictures):
Then we added in assorted frog-themed things:
And still more frog tchotchkes (there were soooo many more of these over the years, and I’ve been whittling down the collection):
So, here’s the downside of this remodel post. I didn’t even think to take the same before and after shots. Derp. I mainly focused on the frogs. How lame of me.
The photo above (with the tchotchkes) should give you an idea of the vanity–it was a two-door oak jobber with a forest green formica counter that ran wall-to-wall (roughtly 36″ wide) in a recessed area. There was a huge, plain mirror (no frame) above it. Ooh–I think I have a pic of that. Hang on.
Hrm. I guess it’s just a shot of me in front of the hideous mauve miniblinds that covered the window over the terlit, but at least there’s that. Oh, and it’s me with mah fake lashes on. Good times:
The lights were ugly as sin. They looked just like the ones in the other bathrooms, so I took a pic of those for you and then realized the whole setup is nearly identical to what the powder room looked like:
Anyhoodles, you get the idea.
Now for the big reveal of the new powder room!
Ditched the faint pink room paint (they also didn’t know enough to do the trim in a different color–blergh) and the mauve miniblinds and got ourselves a “comfort height” terlit:
I don’t care much for the comfort height, as I think it’s really only comfortable for those over six feet tall. The rest of us have our legs swinging in the breeze.
Too much info?
I’m just so happy the dang thing flushes when and what it’s supposed to.
Way too much info?
My apologies. I’m just excited to finally have a modern look to the room. I was extra proud to have picked out the tile style and do the math to cut them to the size and design I wanted. Love my pebble accent strip. We finally have sleek, brushed nickel hardware to replace the clunky ceramic *pink* terlit paper holder/towel rod. Ooh, and the terlit paper holder is one of the new ones that swings open for easy refills. Too much terlit talk?
Very well, I’m done.
That’s the remodel, kids! I still need to pick out artwork for the walls, but all in due time.
You know that Corningware you use to bake your famous broccoli surprise casserole? We live pretty near the place where it’s made, and they have a wonderful museum for kids of all ages. Actually, kids under 18 are free, I believe, so just the big kids have to pay to get in.
They have demos going all the time about all things glass, there are gorgeous displays and hot glass shows, among other things. We like going there so much, we became members last summer. Of course, the timing of their huge renovations isn’t ideal, as we’ll have let our membership lapse when it is completed. Huh. You’d think they could have consulted us on that.
They have this great program called “You design it, we make it!” People of all ages can turn in these sheets upon arrival and wait to see if your name is called during your visit to let you know your piece was selected. The Girly said she thought she might have heard Mister Man’s name called while we were in the gift shop trolling for
things we could never begin to afford treasures, but she wasn’t sure. Here was his drawing:
They HAD called his name and they brought his drawing to life! Here’s the finished glass masterpiece in sparkling 3-D realness:
Sadly, we didn’t get to see his piece being made, as we were taking a short break to fill our big maws with yummy food at our favorite supermarket cafe.
At the conclusion of the hot glass show we attended after dinner, they gave away two finished pieces from the previous day’s shows (they need to anneal in the kiln overnight to strengthen the glass). The Girly and I eyeballed all the pieces lined up at the front of the stage, and we both picked pieces we hoped to win. Hers was selected to give away and Mr. Wombat had the winning ticket number! It was a lucky night for the Wombat family, to be sure. Here is the vase The Girly had her eye on:
We also made some things while we were there. Mister Wombat created this patriotic ornament:
The Girly blew all her hot air into this pretty sculpture:
I had made this nightlight during our previous visit, but the blue piece on the top-right corner fell off when they went to put it in the kiln (and the adjacent yellow line moved). I emailed to ask if they allow do-overs when their kiln people mess up a piece. They said yes, so I did mine over. Here was the original (I think I still like it better):
And the second try:
Mister Man also did some flame work and fired a cool bead. I guess I’ll have to put a picture of that up later, since he’s gone to bed and I don’t want to keep him up digging for it on his dresser.
If you’re ever in New York State, add the Corning Museum of Glass to your tour schedule. It’s fun for the whole family!
Who doesn’t love a good list now and then? Particularly when it’s a list that gets things off one’s chest. It’s like you’re talking to yourself, but your reflection is answering back, telling you “It’s all good, homeslice.” The Whispering Writer at Airing My Dirty Laundry does this too. I’m not sure if her reflection calls her “homeslice” like mine does, but she’s all about the lists, yo. She noticed the nice folks at Glamour were doing this and decided to add it to her weekly lineup. I figure if Glamour mag loves this lists, it must be good. Because, obviously.
Hey, it’s okay:
That I DID, in fact find the time to catch up on my super duper guilty pleasure, The Bachelorette, and I enjoyed every minute of it. I do swear, however, that I can hear brain cells dying each time I tune in to that show.
That my cable company does NOT participate in the Watch ABC app, so I can’t watch the current episode the next day. I’m a full week behind.
That I flipped on last night’s current episode and heard a short blurb about some kind of fatal injury and I have no idea if it was one of the contestants or a relative. I turned the channel VERY quickly, as I’m not one for spoilers (crap, I hope I didn’t just spoil anything for anyone!), and I still have to watch last week’s ep.
That I basically put my fingers in my ears (la la la, I can’t hear you!) and averted my eyes online today because that fatal event was a Yahoo headline. Ack. I’m sure it will show up about 800 more times before next week when I’m able to watch THIS week’s episode that revealed the tragic incident.
To have taken up the first four entries here about my guilty pleasure show. Lame.
To have decided another one of my guilty pleasure shows (Call of the Wildman) is off my watch list, because The Turtle Man and his crew were accused of being unkind to animals. I knew the show was heavily scripted, but they’re messing with nature and little critters who didn’t ask to be written into a show. It was fun when it seemed like the calls he went on were for real. Now that I know a lot of them are staged, I’m out.
To be excited to show you photos tomorrow of Mister Man’s glass creation that the Corning Museum of Glass mailed to us. It finally arrived today!
To feel bad for the 20,000+ people around us who lost power this evening after a ripper of a storm blew through our area.
To be proud of my Girly for playing a 6 on 6 soccer game tonight where they couldn’t have any substitutions. I think the storm kept a lot of kids home (maybe vacations, too). Lots of running!
Swiped this groovy idea from The Whispering Writer at Airing My Dirty Laundry. You write about things you’re totally okay with (or want to be okay with, so you list them for all to see* in an effort to convince yourself). She noticed the nice folks at Glamour were doing this and decided to add it to her weekly lineup. Can’t beat that for fun, right?
Off we go.
Hey, it’s okay:
To love looking at pictures of Hollyweird peeps sans make up. Some of these women could roll out of bed with a drool-smudged chin and bed head and still be stunning. Others look pretty plain Jane when unpainted and might just blend in with the rest of us ordinary folk.
Tyra? Would totes blend in. Also? I’m so glad to see someone who trumps my fivehead:
Oh, hold up now. This woman’s gone from a five-headed Carrot Top’s sister to glamourama up in here. Way to work the bangs and lashes, lady:
This cannot be the same person. Can it?! Never would have guessed:
Kelly girl, you’re cute as a button with or without the eyeliner.
My dear Mila, thank you. This makes me feel almost as pretty as I do when I stroll through the Kmart. I did NOT expect this sharp a contrast:
Whoa! I’m skeered by the before and the after. Just… *shudder*
Miss Amanda, you’re adorbs no matter what. I think some of the ones who really don’t wear a ton of makeup soften that contrast, yes?
Cam, (can I call you Cam?) you look like one of us with your little-to-no make-up face. You seem like you could totally hang with us non-glam types. I like that about you:
To have kept The Girly home from soccer tonight because I decided to heed the heat advisory but then went outside around the time her game would have started and realized the wind had swept away a good deal of the heat. Whoops!
To not be too concerned because we hadn’t eaten dinner yet and being home also afforded me the time I needed to make strawberry hand pies a la Martha Stewart.
To be really full from our dinner, but still want a warm strawberry hand pie, because mmmm:
To feel it was worthwhile staying up until 1:30 making strawberry freezer jam to put in these flaky wonders.
To have picked way more strawberries than we knew what the hell to do with this past weekend.
To have run my hand over my ankle this morning only to find a dried, bloody, bumpy spot that I didn’t remember cutting when shaving last night.
To have realized about an hour later (no idea why I waited that long to do something about it) that it was actually a hunk of strawberry that had hardened on my leg from my late-night berry processing flurry.
To have missed so many episodes of The Bachelorette that I’ve given up on catching up. Maybe I can find recaps on TV Without Shame. There are a couple guys I’m hoping are still in the running!
To need to stop now, because I went on and on about the stars with no make-up thing and there isn’t much room for other things now. Can’t help it. Love that stuff.
*Yes, I realize there are only three of you reading this. It’s quality, not quantity. You’re definitely quality. Mwah.
A recent conversation with my female OB/Gyn:
Gyno: So, do you have to go to work today?
Me: Nope–I don’t work. I’m still at stay-at-home mom. But my kids are both in school, so what the heck am I doing, right?
Gyno: Well, what do you do all day?
Me: I don’t know, really. I have a blog that I write on sometimes, and I do spend a decent amount of time on the computer.
Gyno: Don’t you ever get bored being home all day?
Gyno: Well, is your house spotless?
Me: Pshhhh! No!
Gyno: Are you a fantastic cook?
Me: Nope. There are so many things I can’t eat, and I have picky kids, so I figure why bother.
I also may have mentioned that my kids sometimes mention how much time I spend on the computer, though I did say I move away from it when they get home (mostly), so I may have temporarily halted her impending call to social services about a deadbeat mom.
Of course, when someone questions me like that I never think of anything good to say in return, but now that I’m not anywhere near her, I’d like to announce that my having stayed home with these kids and devoted Every. Waking. Moment. to them (sometimes non-waking moments) since the day they were not so easily brought into the world, (none of whom she delivered, by the way, so where the hell were YOU?!) I’ve earned every stinking moment I can steal for myself. Also, I’m not sure who does the laundry, dishes, or general household cleaning in her life, but here it’s all me.
So, yes, sometimes there are days like this:
Most days, though, I plod along and keep this ship running. To be sure, it’s less Donna Reed and more Frankie Heck, and that’s just fine by me.
So, all you judgy pants people can kindly suck it.