As I was upstairs taking photos of Jenn's new studio, I walked by the bathroom just outside of the room. It had been awhile since I peeked inside, and it was like walking back in time. This was my very own bath growing up in this old house. I loved the calm sea foam green tile as a child and still do. I guess some things never change. The only difference is that when you're a kid growing up in an old house like this, you don't appreciate the uniqueness and charm until you move into a new house. I realized how much I miss this place this week.
The pedestal sink , the built in linen cabinet and the tub's tile border. All so charming.
I LOVED this old wall heater. I remember holding my towel up to that heater to toast it before I'd wrap myself up in it. It's a miracle I never started a fire!
My Mom hung shower caps and a hot water bottle inside this little cabinet.
The tile border always reminded me of a whale's tail. :)
I think I'll take some more photos of this old house, so stay tuned for more Memories from home.
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