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This weekend, I finally persuaded my husband to paint the tile floor in our bathroom.  “Paint tile—never!”  That is exactly what he said.  Our house in Woodstock was built by the Bridgewater Mill at the end of World War I for returning mill managers and their families. It is sturdy and utilitarian with a great view of the river.  If the bathroom had been tiled with pink or green tiles, or was dirty and in disrepair, I would have had no trouble restoring it to its original state and preserving the character. I can embrace yester-ugly. This bathroom was remodeled by a previous owner.  Sand brown tile with brown grout slopped on the walls and toilet and gobs of grout slopped into the corners.  The result was that the floor never looked clean—never.  Each time I walked up the stairs I was greeted by ugly.

My solution was to paint the tiles and grout white.  My husband—the builder— said, ”You can’t paint over a tile floor.”

The internet said differently. I found lots of posts about people painting over tile.  Some with spectacular results. I argued, “Google says it can be done.”

“It will scratch up and look terrible. Besides what’s wrong with the floor? It’s in good shape.”

“It’s hideous, horrible, brown and it never looks clean.  Besides how is it going to get scratched the rug covers everything we walk on?”

Did I mention this entire bathroom is only about 5×5?  Typical top of the stairs bathroom with a sink, toilet and tub where you can sit, wash your hands and soak your feet at the same time—not much floor space.

The valves in the shower also need to be replaced. They are the original valves and don’t work very well. My husband agrees with that.  The shower also has really ugly tile, also sand brown, which doesn’t bother him, but could never be matched. Fixing the shower is a bigger, more expensive job.  This weekend, I finally convinced my husband we had nothing to lose.  We both agree that eventually the bathroom is going to need real work but in the mean time we could give the paint job a try.

Guess what? After the first coat of primer, my husband—the builder—is amazed and wondering why we didn’t paint it before.

Now that the painting is complete when I walk upstairs I am greeted by a shining white floor that sets off the

bright blue walls and complements the white woodwork and fixtures.  The tiny space is bright and sunny and happy.

It was a small thing, that ugly floor, but it bothered me every single day.   It was a simple fix.  My message is to fix the little things now and give yourself some joy.  What are you waiting for?

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