I come from a long line of pink bathrooms. My grandmother’s home in South Minneapolis was a charming pink with ruffled curtains and the most lovely soap smells. My parent’s home I grew up in is an original pink and black Art Deco style bathroom with a built-in vanity that is of a nod to a different era. My first home had pink and green tile that with some white paint and new lights became glorious. I loved it.
So when we bought our 1950s home in the suburbs of Minneapolis and I went into the bathroom as we were looking to purchase the home–sigh–I could only dream about the color this bathroom once was. Was it once powder blue with a touch of grey? A charming peach? In my grandest dreams it was pink–all pink–tub, walls, floor.