I hate our main bathroom. I know the world is full of real problems, so I don’t indulge this thought beyond a mere feeling when I enter that room.
A feeling like my soul dying.

It’s the size of a closet with hard water stains in the shape of butterflies in the tub, rotten flooring under layers of grungy linoleum, mismatched brass and chrome, white toilet/off white sink, poor lighting (thank goodness), mildewed caulking, dingy, peeling wallpaper, warped cabinets…need I say more?

I’ve known what I wanted for years. Something in keeping with an old home and small bathroom. But there was no point wasting a dime until we were ready to start from the floor up. And after pricing the tub I wanted, we knew we weren’t ready.

Then, on my way home from coffee with my dad, I spotted this in a neighbor’s front yard, brand new and for sale. It was a fourth of the typical price.

So for now it sits in the garage (another soul killing mess.) But, the Day of Reckoning is at hand!

(365 Day 225)

This Post Has 2 Comments

  1. C. Knack

    I have tub envy! this is beautiful.

  2. Michelle

    Ha! I can't believe we have this! Another one of those miracles, I guess.

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