While I was preparing the walls for my bathroom transformation, there was a moment—somewhere between the second and third round of sanding and spackling—when I caught myself chasing something I didn’t actually believe in anymore. Perfection. My house was built in 1940, and the walls have lived a life. They’ve held decades of paint, repairs, quiet mornings, ordinary days, and whatever else happened here long before I arrived. And there I was in my small bathroom, sanding block