It’s 4 years since Mr S and I moved into our home, on the anniversary of the move date, looking through photos and reminiscing, I find a photo of the old bathroom taken on the day we moved in, and it all comes flooding back…
I’m standing in our new home for the first time on a scorching day in May 2008. So far I’ve had a range of emotions, sadness leaving our old house and London behind, elation driving through the sun soaked rape fields of Hertfordshire, relief that house looks much bigger without the previous owners stuff in, and horror when I see the bathroom…
It’s smaller than I remember, the sun streaming through the two skylights making it unbearably hot, appropriate as it’s disguised as and smells like a sauna. Mr S can’t even stand up straight! I’ve no idea how the previous owners, a couple and their THREE children lived with this teeny bathroom for fifteen years.
the old ‘sauna’ of a bathroom, squeezed into the eaves with very little space to maneuver
Opposite the bathroom is the equally tiny ‘nursery’; it’s really a large cupboard.
nursery or large cupboard?
Over the next eighteen months Mr S and I completely redesign the top floor to create a practical layout. Then the builders arrive! They rip out the old bathroom to make the spacious corridor.
Upstairs Corridor
The nursery and old hallway are combined to create a new larger bathroom and separate room for the toilet to maximise the space.
shiny new bathroom, complete with a childhood photo of bath time with my sisters & brother
I used limestone, marble and mirrors to reflect the light and make the space feel bigger. Even though it’s a small bathroom, it feels luxurious and there’s plenty of head height for my hubby. Most of all, I now look forward to a soak at the end of a long day :)
