Whenever I see pictures of Kate's old bathroom, I envision Winnie and Kevin in the background. You know, singing what would think if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me. Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of key. Oh I get by with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from my friends, oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.
If you read about our last bathroom and corresponding renovation, this one pretty much follows the same formula. Take the ugliest bathroom wallpaper available, match with the gaudiest hanging bathroom lights, and top with the nastiest bathroom vanity known to mankind. Before you go calling CPS for subjecting our daughter to such disastrous design taste, I can at least affirm that it’s clean. That counts for something, right?
I’ve always been a wallpaper hater. I’ve removed more wallpaper from our last two houses than I care to talk about. I still have flashbacks of Dif and bloody fingernails when I think about it. However, and I shudder at saying this, we are putting wallpaper BACK up in Kate’s bathroom. See, when we took the old wallpaper off, this is what we found.
This is 28 year old wallpaper paste that isn’t going to go anywhere. Those bathroom walls and I have those two things in common; we are both 28 and stubborn as hell. Quickly our options became wallpaper or new drywall. All of a sudden I felt a little guilty that I have been such a wallpaper hater. Hopefully it doesn't hold a grudge.