I don't recall seeing any pink in the bluebell forest.
Nice wallpaper, but the pink background and a mural design were wrong for that bathroom.
Fanny is particularly adept at wasting money installing nice wallpaper in wrong places.
The Germoline-with-anæmia pink background kills the bluebells. It actually looks dirty. The white background version is (in my opinion - these things are subjective and then some!) rather lovely. The colour of curtains add to the visual massacre - and, anyway, they’re quite the wrong sort of curtaining for the bathroom window, with acres of grandiose fabric on one side butting up to the end of the bath.
Havng a chair/dado rail with a painted area - wither the panelling?! - beneath adds another element of aesthetic chaos. A picture rail? Why? Painted above or will elaborate and wholly inappropriate cornicing enter the equation? Whatever, it will make room top heavy and detract from the bluebell design - a design which has lost much of its quite delicate look because one is is not seeing it in its entirety.
One assumes there will be a splash back above the bath. Please, please don’t let it be any of the absolutely hideous germolene metro tiles that might have been left over from the birdcage shower room.
Stephanie is useless at putting together a room. She has zero understanding of proportions, zero feel for how different elements in a room should meld together, zero grasp of how colours work, zero grasp of balance, zero feel for dressing a room and placing furniture, pictures, wall lights/sconces and mirrors (don’t get started on trumeaux or straightforward over mantle mirrors). Chuck everything at a room, with no though of cohesion. Essentially, she has no taste and absolutely no design sense. The whole house is a grostesque cartoon. Hogarth at Disneyland.
While I think about it, I hope Maria reins in her creative juices and doesn’t repeat the “potato” pudding or try anything else on those lines. Those illusion extravaganzas can be both a surprise and a delight, but they have to be done to perfection. It’s a real skill. Hugely time-consuming. Done not-so-well, they resemble an entry in a clay modelling class at a village fete (the classes for children).
Incidentally, it’s asparagus season. One of the highlights of the culinary year. The local markets and farm shops around where I live are awash with it. I’m sure it’s the same in the area surrounding the crumbling heap, Ring the changes and have asparagus as a starter - anything other than variations on a theme involving goats cheese.