Here is one of my bouquets of peonies in my vintage 1953 bathroom. The window on the right is a reflection in the 4' mirror above the vanity. I have to say I really didn't appreciate all of this nice ceramic tile when I was 31 years old and moved into this house. I was more distracted by the flesh pink tile that didn't match any pink towels at that time. I had only lived in older houses up to this point and really didn't know the quality of this type of bathroom merely because I had never been exposed to this before. I guess I am saying I lived a sheltered life without much exposure to the outside world. My mother didn't drive and we lived 5 miles from town. My dad wouldn't let us go to anyone else's house because we would be bothering them.
After living here 36 years I have come to appreciate its beauty and durability. However, a real estate salesman told me that no one around here is looking for vintage bathrooms when they buy a house. I had been watching House Hunters on HGTV and the people on the west coast were always excited by vintage/original details in the 50's houses. It seems our midwest people are much more interested in master suites and spa tubs. We didn't even have an indoor bathroom until I was 2 years old. I guess that makes me appreciate this one even more.
After living here 36 years I have come to appreciate its beauty and durability. However, a real estate salesman told me that no one around here is looking for vintage bathrooms when they buy a house. I had been watching House Hunters on HGTV and the people on the west coast were always excited by vintage/original details in the 50's houses. It seems our midwest people are much more interested in master suites and spa tubs. We didn't even have an indoor bathroom until I was 2 years old. I guess that makes me appreciate this one even more.