Alright alright, I’m gonna do it, I’m gonna talk about bathrooms. Everybody has their own wish list, whether it be a mental one filled with imaginary clothes and ideal products that you’ve designed, or in a scribbled list that you’ve crudely plastered on your wall. Maybe you’ve created a wall of things you like and would one day like to own on Pinterest or rambled in your blog about the finer things in life that one day you hope to afford. I myself have all of these…all achievable, all realistic (pretty much) but the other day I caught myself out. I want a big bathroom. Not in the future in a nice big house when I’ve got the big job. No I want one now. I came to realise all my life I’ve dealt with small bathrooms. I WANT TO STRECH MY LEGS. Most people have small bathrooms. It’s normal in UK houses. but there is one I remember from childhood; it was an odd space, vast and non symmetrical details stood out, odd architecture that kinda resembled a miniature pool setting with a funny 3 step set in a corner leading up to a slightly higher positioned basin. I can’t for the life of recall whose house I was at.. Maybe a good thing, they might nit appreciate a shout out from the bathroom post, (as this will OBVIOUSLY become known amongst my many fans) But what I do remember is the SPACE.
Taken slightly aback and pausing a minute to breathe in my new found space upon entering the room I roamed across to the other side stared at the widescreen mirror and tackled the bigger than average taps. (I joke of course). Standing on top of that 3 step podium to brush my teeth however, now THAT happened. And I felt like a king. (Queen just doesn’t have the same ring to it) I felt royal.
There is just something nice about being able to relax, take your time, spread your things out, stretch out your body, swim about you ginormous bathing tub etc etc.
…Come to think of it, maybe that bathroom was bigger than your average, but to think of it the way I have described…well it’s important I remember I was a lot smaller than I am now.