02/24/2026
I finally finished the tiniest, most complicated room in our 1920s Tudor… and I love her. 🛁💙
When you live in an old house, you inherit more than charm. You inherit quirks, constraints, and tile that refuses to be ignored (as well as no en-suite and a small family bathroom).
This bathroom fought me for a while.
I tried so many directions before realizing the truth: the navy and white tile wasn’t the problem… it was the anchor.
So instead of changing it, I chose to honor it.
What followed was an absurd amount of work for one very small room:
ceiling repair, plumbing fixes, tile work, electrical, new lighting, exhaust fan, crown molding, wallpaper, paint, window treatments… all of it.
Every inch touched. Every decision mine.
I did it myself — with some great help from my husband — slowly, imperfectly, learning as I went, and somewhere along the way this little bathroom stopped feeling like a problem to solve and started feeling like part of the house’s story again.
Old homes ask you to collaborate, not conquer. To work with what they are.
And when you finally do… they settle into themselves in the loveliest way.
Small room. Big effort.
But I embraced her character — and I’m so glad I did. 💙
(Now- just remember, I share this full bathroom with the 3 men in my home, so…🤪)
