Before And After

I am fascinated by, borderline OBSESSED by, shows that deal with before and after. Fix-it makeovers, surgical makeovers, weight loss shows, dance makeovers (you know, they start crappy/average and get better and better), home decor makeovers, even to some extent clothing make-overs (although I secretly suspect most of them go back to t-shirts and sweats as soon as the cameras go off). I seriously can't get enough of the makeover shows. Something about seeing things before and then seeing things after, in a new and improved version, is extremely appealing to my inner psyche. I can't say why, I only know that at least 50-75% of the shows I tape have to do with some kind of before and after. The rest are crime documentaries. Seeing someone get pinned for bloody carnage also appeals to my inner psyche. I probably shouldn't look too deeply at my psyche. It might be troubling.

Anyhow, it kind of explains why I love painting rooms so much. A little paint slapped on can make such a huge difference in the feel of a room, it can even create a total metamorphosis in some rooms. I painted every room of my old house but one. I never could come up with a good idea for that room. I've pained at least half of the rooms in the last three houses my sister has owned. I have even painted a good portion of my in-laws' house.

So here, at my new house, I was both glad and somewhat disappointed to discover they'd used mostly paint colors I actually liked. But one room has bothered me since we moved in. The family bath. My towels for this room were milk chocolate brown, the accessories a dark oil-rubbed bronze. And the wall color? Pale, cold yellow. Not even a rich buttery yellow. Just a very pale, lemony beige. It did NOT go well with my bathroom decor. So here is the before and after...




AND...





Ahhh. So satisfying!