Overview: Because this is the spare bathroom in the house, I figured I could get really weird with it. Mainly because it’s not me pooping in there, it’s my guests. And I care if they’re comfortable… but I care more that they’re perplexed by their surroundings. This room has gone undergone more facelifts than would be surgically recommended. And in this case, the surgeon is my husband. And he is not a surgeon, but he has explicitly asked me to please stop giving this bathroom facelifts. Even though it’s gone from plain white, to patterned stencil, to dark blue and finally to a deep green, I couldn’t be happier with its evolution. ESPECIALLY because it gave me the chance to show off the world’s greatest piece of art and my personal hero - Grandma Marge at the optometrist.

Project Details: new paint, new fixtures, old toilet still works and if I touched anything else in here then I’d be served divorce papers.