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Powder room makeover

 


This tiny little bathroom has become my favorite part of the house. I love a before and after! This little powder room was actually once a hallway closet underneath the staircase in the foyer. I love the uniqueness of it and peoples faces when they first see it. It seems so tiny because the ceiling is low. Most men in our family need to duck through the doorway. Because it is so small is was a very cheap little project. I had left over paint from the kitchen and the one light had not been working well so I figured why not. My husband was kind enough to hang some ship lap and patch some holes. After a fresh coat of paint it was complete. 

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