It came to pass that the bathroom resembled that of a Victorian girls school, albeit tiny. I can stand in my bathroom and stretch out my arms and pretty much this is the width of my gorgeous room where I bathe, tweeze and listen to chill fm. Don’t forget the geranium oil.
Having lived in my apartment 11 years (no cat: dont worry) my freestanding original feature bath with feet – all of the above genuine – there was no genuine shower going on and a lot of genuine gaps between wall and iron bath.
I moved out to HRH’s W9 pad – the name for my little brother who lives down the road. What is it with builders and schedules. Is it really ever ’3 weeks’, like really? Anyone out there virtually and cyberically who wants to give me a case where builders stuck to the estimated timing?
After driving little bro nuts in his gorgeous place, I am back in my more petite home and am truly happy. Yes I miss the quaintness but I LOVE the real shower, the NEW shiny bath, the soft grey glossy woodwork the clean new floor and walls and the divine cupboard designed by yours truly. I know orchids have had their moment but I do love having one. It just works.
PS What’s this issue with glossy paint?
Apparently I am so uncool that the builder bought eggshell because he thought I was joking. And he’s Polish. I think that is better than our sarcasm.
Love gloss, makes it look like I clean the salle de bain way more than I do…