When you live alone, you can do whatever you want, whenever you want. For instance, you have complete 24/7 control of the remote. You always get to eat the last piece of cake. And you can decorate your bathroom red – which I did.
My friends who are married are limited when it comes to home decor. They paint their walls “mushroom” and choose stripes and solids for drapes and upholstery. I can use colors and patterns no man would ever agree to have in his home.
I inherited a kitschy 1970’s styled bathroom when I bought my condo. Picture a man cave. Now picture the polar opposite. The tub, toilet, sink, and even the floor tiles – pink. Calamine lotion pink. But since the fixtures were in such good condition, instead of gutting the whole thing, I decided to keep the pink. Remember the number one rule of living alone: you can do whatever you want.
That’s when those iconic red poppies came to mind.
“This is either going to be the most brilliant thing I’ve ever done,” I confided to the Marimekko salesgirl, “or else it’s gonna clash so badly that it’ll make me dizzy.” She assured me I could return all of it: the shower curtain, the matching storage tins, the accent towels, if I passed out. Once I knew I was on to something, I bought an armful of solid red towels and a lipstick-colored soap dish, tissue box, and waste basket set. In the end, the pink ran and hid under all that red.
As a single woman home owner, I took on a big responsibility. But with that responsibility came great freedom. Recently, I looked with new eyes at the kitchen counter tops I also inherited. Then I took a trip to that big home improvement store just to look around.
6 thoughts on “My House, My Rules”
I love the colors! They’re happy and vibrant! (Like you!!!)
Thanks for your comment Mary Anne – I’m glad you like the vivid colors. My brother, on the other hand, says he needs to wear his sunglasses in my house!
Very flattering to the skin tones, all that warm red reflecting in a small space!
A small space, for sure, and an unusual one. Besides all the red, my bathroom has five walls.
We sold our first house to a friend. She said she loved my house but would change the main bathroom. She called us up one day and said “I never knew that the design on the walls was painted on. We had to paint over it three times.” I loved painting the walls but of course did it without thinking that some day we would sell the house and move upstate. I never painted anything but my nails after that.
LOL! My brownstone was built in 1888 – who knowshow many layers (and colors) of paint are lurking beneath the current Benjamin Moore “china white.”