Smallest Room In The House…

I don’t think I’ve shared much of the full, avocado-tinted nightmare that is our downstairs cloakroom…and with good reason – nervous readers look away now. 

 This is it as we moved in, believe it or not it got even worse. Once the lino was lifted and it became a hub for paint pots and jars of white spirit. I had visions of a rather grand Victorian cloakroom, high level cistern and metro tiles, but a weekend spent in an apartment in Stokholm gave us an different idea… 

  They had pasted iconic fashion photography photocopied from magazines over their bathroom walls and we decided we’d do something similar with our travel photography.  

 

I’m undecided yet to go classic black & white or full-on colour, what do you think?  

I wanted black and white floor tiles, but we had stone left from the kitchen and as the cloakroom flows from the kitchen it made sense to carry the flooring on. Next was removing the suite, I do hope someone somewhere has kept an avacado suite to preserve history for the generations to come, but as much as I love history and design, that someone ain’t going to be me!  

 

Today our carpenter has done first-fix boxing to hide all that nasty pipework. The plumber is due this week to fit our sparkly new toilet and basin. I’m planning to use the Victorian pot cupboard we bought last year as a vanity unit under the sink, I’m not quite sure how yet, but where there’s a will there’s a way!  

 

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