The Haney HQ was built just shy of 100 years ago. Last year, a realtor/contractor husband and wife duo took the house down to the studs before I found it on Redfin and we swooped it up before anyone else in Nashville stood a chance.
It's like they browsed my Pinterest boards when picking the cool hues and bright whites, which made my job of outfitting the house easy.
Like most of the American female population, I'm a sucker for a quality bathroom. Why? It's our quiet space.
From October-May of this past year we had a house guest who was not only transitioning to life in Nashville, but also making a serious career change. Read as: not running around sans pants in your own house. The bathroom became the only place I could truly get away and shut the door.
Just me, a detox bubble bath, a Spotify playlist and a dog snuggled up in a pile of dirty clothes. The dream, am i right?
I've been meaning to write the duo who flipped this house a thank you note. I'm serious. A vintage, understated chandelier? Marble countertops? Slate floors?
Look at that Rita Ortloff print, y'all. One of my very favorite humans has the original, and someday I'll have my own. That's a promise.
Let's agree to skip the business part of the room. I mean, it's just a toilet. In a tiny room. With a door. Cool?
That's the end of the road for this room, folks. Just a too-clean bathroom we happened to put claim as our own.