This is how the bathroom looked when we came to see the house, previous owners still living here: light blurple walls and ceiling; dingy old floral-print vinyl floor; rickety shower stall insert; countless racks and cabinets screwed to the walls.
We took possession of the house at noon on a Friday and I'm not kidding when I say that by 12:30 the toilet, sink, and tub were all on the back deck and the demolition had begun. In between visits from the tile guys, Bob and I unscrewed every last thing from the walls and painted the whole room two shades of white, capitalizing on the southern exposure.
The tile is charcoal grey, slate-look porcelain -- more durable, none of the maintenance issues of real slate, and nothing quarried. The whole thing had to be planned when the house wasn't yet ours and had to be completed within a week, so it was done too hurriedly to have even wondered what the outside of the tub looked like. Fortunately, it's perfect with the floor.
The shower is now tiled all the way to the ceiling with the same tile as the bathroom floor, while the shower floor is river pebbles.
The white shower curtain softens the whole thing up a bit and solves the room's number one problem, which was way too many doors.