The Hideous Bathroom Post
Posted: April 28, 2007 Filed under: Uncategorized 14 Comments »We continue to try to focus on the small things that make us enjoy our new space – Gertie the chihuahua being able to go up and down the steps on her own, for example (the open loft stairs were a danger for her, and after she fell once and refused to ever touch them again, we spent 2.5 years carrying her up and down those stairs – it is life-changing not to have to carry the chihuahua).
And yet… there is a constant reminder of the fact that this place is not ours, that it will cost us a bloody fortune to make it ours, and that the whole thing is scary and overwhelming. That reminder comes each time we pee or shower or try to brush our teeth in the scalding, perilous sink.
Yeah, did I mention that the cold water doesn’t work?
The mantra of our time renting our future house is this: How Do People Live Like This?
I hesitated to share that with you all. I do not know, after all, how you live. I try to never judge people no matter what. But somehow, I judge this. I judge the fact that the shower was allowed to mildew to the point that the stains and grime are now permanent and eating away at the tile and wall. I judge the fact that no one ever bothered to get the cold water tap fixed and each night is a race to see if you can finish brushing teeth before you get burned. I judge the fact that they were using a drippy, disgusting, prison-like showerhead for God knows how many years until we replaced it for $10 and made the shower experience an iota more acceptable (let Wes tell you what it was like to take off that old shower head and what was inside it… while I go puke).
And, of course, we judge the butterfly toilet seat. We are, after all, us.
It’s hard to capture the scum on film. Suffice to say that I stood on it once and could not fathom ever doing it again. We bought a rubber mat at Ikea and we try not to touch the walls. Wes showers without his contacts so he can pretend all is well.
Please note not only the flowers on the sink, but also the distance between the sink and door frame. Now picture my almost 6-months-pregnant stomach trying to squeeze by there to get into the shower. I will wait while you stop laughing.
Later: a few shots of the jungle room and the flowered wallpaper.
Go and buy a new toilet seat now!! Just a new toilet seat. It’s a start. You can’t use that toilet seat. I am putting my foot down.
oh you guys!
i looked at the photos first, and then read the blog entry… i TOTALLY missed the spacial relationship of the doorjam to the sink.
oh. my. please forgive me for the laughter when i re-looked at the picture! (*hanging head in shame* there was even a snort)
on word about the shower, even with the mat: FLIP FLOPS!!!
and i’m with jennifer – replace the butterfly seat ASAP. i’m sure it will help!
OK- so you’re bathroom definitely beats the 1954 pink toilet and gross pink bathtub one that we moved into. We just completed a renovation where everything was torn out and replaced with new. The money you will spend on the kitchen and bathrooms, no matter how much you spend or go over, is so worth it. It is no fun trying to clean 50 years of someone else’s grime. There will be tears.
Oh, my goodness. I admit I secretly thought that your feelings about the Hideous Bathroom had to do with your (plural) extremely developed sense of style, and I wondered if it would not bother me.
It bothers me. That is disgusting in every way. The scum on the toilet seat *does* show, and I second the nomination to replace it ASAP. Also, it offends *my* sense of style, which is hard to do.
That bathroom is truly, truly Hideous. Judge away.
PS… i forgot. i was so overwhelmed by the hideousness. only one word for this bathroom:
skevatz (phonetic,i am sure – i learned this word from my italian gf, but i think it may be yiddish?)
Giiiirrrrrllllll!!!!!!!If I lived by you I would ask you to shower at my house.
WHAT was that room before it became a bathroom? A closet? And um, SERIOUSLY? How in the hell do you actually SIT on the toilet? It’s practically HALF in the wall.
Wow. You DO have your work cut out for you, but I can TOTALLY picture the “after” in my mind.
rock on!
Oh yeah, as for the wall in the shower? You can get one of those long suction bath tub mats, and SUCTION IT TO THE WALL. seriously. I’d so be afraid to touch the wall myself.
eek.
Dude…totally gasping for breath over the toilet seat. I know it’s wrong to laugh at the misfortunes of others, but GOD. I realize I don’t know you personally, but I know you well enough to know that it is imperative that you go buy a new one. Without flowers. And cute flying insects.
Sorry about the scum, though. THAT is not funny. My first apartmnet had a shower sort of like that. I would have showered with my eyes closed, but I was afraid a camel back cricket would jump on me en shower.
I can hardly wait to see the transformation.
Yuck.
holy shit- you were so not exaggerating a THING about the funk that is your bathroom. wow. You win. Whatever the contest was- you WIN.
How do people live like that???
That’s horrible. That’s disgusting. That’s cruel and unusual punishment for anyone, let alone for you and Wes. A can and a hose and a sheet on a clothesline would almost be better.
No, they would be better.
S was standing behind me as I read this post and kept saying “Oh my G-d” over and over, as each different photo was scrolled up on the screen. My thoughts, too.
S was standing behind me as I read this post and kept saying “Oh my G-d” over and over, as each different photo was scrolled up on the screen. My thoughts, too.