Finally got back to some painting! Kinda.

It's funny how a simple thing like flushing a toilet can set you back a whole week.

Let me post-preface that with the statement "we live in an old craftsman style house, built in 1930, and there's always something that needs updating or replacing".
The little upstairs bath was added somewhere along the way, before we ever laid eyes on the place, and the genius who installed it decided that brown carpet would be a good thing. Well, I suppose 20+ years is long enough to shampoo it into a barely tolerable state.

The bathroom was perfectly functional, if ugly, which is why it took a back seat to the numerous other remodeling projects I've undertaken over the years.
Until last week, when the "flush that changed my calendar" resulted in a soaked carpet and the revelation that the wax seal I replaced several years ago had finally given out.

There's another stroke of genius. Wax seals on toilets. What brainiac thought that one up? Not only do they eventually decompose, but they're a bee-otch to replace because you have to align the toilet with the drain and the bolts —perfectly— without destroying the wax seal, all the while holding the 90 pound porcelain crapper suspended in mid-air.

But that comes later.

First: the removal of the toilet and the carpet. Then the soaked underlayment. And part of the sub-floor. The drain and a section of the pvc pipe attached to the drain.
After a week of tearing down and removing, plumbing, tiling, patching and trimming, I finally got to paint -- the walls.

They're a lovely shade of "dining room color" mixed with a little bit of "den".