In my quest to show the internet that I am task-oriented and focused on results, I am proud to present my new and improved bathroom cabinet.
And, seriously, whatever on the task-oriented stuff. I am a charter member of the why do today what you can do tomorrow club.
But I did finish the bathroom cabinet.
I even have some pink stripes in my hair to prove it.
I’m a little concerned it’s not pink enough.
Anyway, I wanted to share it with y’all because I know that many times I quit reading a blog because it just doesn’t offer enough bathroom cabinet stories. I think to myself, AWESOME BLOG! but needs more bathroom cabinet.
Y’all may notice that there isn’t much in the bathroom cabinet and that is largely due to the fact that prior to this renovation it was far too scary of a place to actually use for anything other than an air cast that P wore on his arm back in 1998 (never know when you might need it again!) and the plastic sitz bath thing that came home with me from the hospital after I had Caroline.
Here’s hoping I never need that again.
Now I have a place to store ALL FIVE of our beach towels, Caroline’s various cough and cold medications, and a basket full of miscellaneous dried-out bottles of OPI nail polish.
Anyone looking for an eight-year-old bottle of “I’m Not Really A Waitress”?
The truth is this is Caroline’s bathroom and she doesn’t use it much right now. She prefers to take a bath in our bathroom which means our antique clawfoot tub is filled to the brim with all manner of plastic fish, a water trumpet, and, at last count, six rubber duckies.
It’s like something you’d see in Better Homes and Gardens.
Anyway, for right now this bathroom is still pretty much mine. I’ve actually redone it three different times since we moved in because it’s a small space that doesn’t overwhelm me. But I adore the black and white toile that’s in there right now and the pink accents are new.
What you can only see a little bit of is a fluffy, pink bathmat that I immediately regretted purchasing because it looks kind of old-fashioned and dated. I bought it anyway because it isn’t that easy to find a pink bathmat, and once it made it into the house Caroline saw it and pledged her undying love and devotion to its Pepto-Bismal shagginess.
She even asked to sleep in the bathroom because the mat was “THE BEST THING” she has ever seen.
We don’t get out much.
At some point, if I find a suitable replacement, that bathmat may have an unfortunate accident and go missing.
Anyway, I figure I better enjoy looking at the bathroom while I can because in about eight years Caroline will hole up in there for days while she examines every pore on her face and experiments with the different ways she can style her bangs, all while yelling at me through the door that I don’t know what I’m talking about and she doesn’t need to pluck her eyebrows.
After all, it’s her legacy.