Weekend Bathroom Revamp: A Midlife Reckoning
Womancake's Managing Editor dives into a hell of a project
It is Sunday morning and I am all up in my head, trying to rationalize how arching over the toilet to paint the wall behind it might be meditative. I am enclosed in a bathroom swathed in blue tape seams, the breeze of the open window barely making a dent in the fumes of yesterday's painting bender. My arms are sore and I can still see a halo of the form…
