How could it get any better?

One thing about the newer houses being built these days is that the bathrooms are usually really, really nice. Aside from old music and vintage cars, new beats old on almost any day, right? I mean, Jacuzzi tubs and steam showers are almost standard. And before ya'll ask, no, those are not my broke down candles and mismatch towels in the background--the place was staged like that and put on the selling brochures-so that one is not on me. Anyway, the one thing that I really like is that most Master bathroom floor plans that I've seen include a water closet! Now, never having had a water closet, imagine my excitement at the prospect.



Everything else, and I do mean everything was standard...including that hateful mirror. I still don't understand why builders build these nice houses and then put these crappy mirrors in them. Can someone please explain this to me? I mean dang dude. Really? You couldn't put a frame around it or nothin'? So anyway, I had a concept and a general idea of what I wanted to do--could have gone either way, but the only thing I vowed to myself that I had to do, even if the walls came crashing down around me, was get rid of the mirror. I absolutely hated the mirror...can ya tell?

So anyway, what happened is that I called Uncle Milty (my contractor) and explained to him what I wanted and he made it happen. I didn't really have a theme going in, it just had to have some fantabulousness.

So you see he hooked me up. He changed the counter tops, sinks and faucets, installed glass corner shelves in the shower, gave me beautiful french doors to what? Yep, the water closet! And finally and most importantly, he got rid of that hateful mirror. Whew--not a moment too soon.

The whole bathtub scene was completely blank for many days and weeks afterward. Having an idea, but not being able to find what I really wanted prompted me to just leave it blank. Then the Superbowl came on and Diva Queen B and I, hating the Colts, but watching the Saints mess up in the first half couldn't take it anymore and completely distracted ourselves by talking about what? How to finish the bathroom. Then gloriously, I noticed a small nail hole centered about where I'd need to hang a picture-Ha! No mismeasuring this night! Thank you previous residents! And I remembered a picture I had that I couldn't find a place or purpose for and which had been stashed in my garage collectibles and before the end of the 3rd quarter she had a home. The rest came together very quickly. The Saints pulled out the victory and it was a good day all around:-)





Now if someone could just tell me how to keep the dang plants alive, all would be right with the world.

Deuces!

Funky I.