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Friday, January 11, 2008

Seven Rooms, Seven Days - The Bathrooms

I am exhausted. It's been a non-stop, "Mommy, Mommy, I NEED YOU, Mommy!" day since D opened her eyes at 6:30 this morning. And it wasn't just Big. Little was in on the "Please oh please oh PLEASE don't put me down, Mommy!" act today, too. I did manage to tackle the two rooms on the list for today - the bathrooms.

We have two bathrooms in this house. The master bathroom is ridiculously small by comparison to the luxurious and spacious master suites of new construction. We decided upon moving in that The Coach would take the master bathroom as his and leave the slightly bigger hall bath for us girls to share. Because, you know, guys have less bathroom stuff and all.

But, oh wait. Not my husband! Something that probably a lot of you don't know about my man is that he is an avid and passionate advocate of wet shaving. You know, the old-fashioned kind of shaving with big, fluffy shave brushes and bowls of delicious smelling, foamy, hand-whipped shave cream or soap. He shaves with a vintage safety razors and has an extensive collection of all things wet shave. Because of this hobby of his, he actually does have a lot of bathroom stuff.

Behold the addiction collection (and this is only about half of it):

His bathroom is his quiet retreat for pondering thoughts on all manner of things. I don't mess around much in there and I certainly don't declutter (lesson learned the hard way). Since I just cleaned up in there, I didn't feel the need to share pictures.

Before I show you the work of the day, I have to show you something funny. As I've mentioned before, we don't own this house. (We're renters.) I have to think that if we owned this house, remodeling project numero uno would be doing something about the lovely wallpaper that has been chosen for the bathrooms here:
Or maybe we would leave it. Because I mean really, if you had the chance to surround yourself with brown and blue trees and birds and butterflies while you are in the loo, why wouldn't you? It's all very "nature calls."

Anyway, tacky wallpaper notwithstanding, here's the sad state of affairs before:



It was cluttery, yes. But also just dirty. Like eeeeeeeeeeew, dirty. Like, please, God, don't send any angels in disguise my way who might stop by to test my hospitality because there is no way I am letting anyone in that bathroom, no matter how badly they need to go dirty.


But now!

Ah yes, I've always dreamed of the day when the message sent by my hallway/guest bath would be "potty learners welcome here!"