A Bathroom Tale
Once there lived a tiny little master bathroom. It was perplexingly small by today's standards. There is no one left to explain its origins. What it must have started out as is a mystery that will remain buried in the long ago era of the 1980's. Years of neglect had taken a tole on the tiny unassuming space and around the year 2006 some kind well-intentioned homeowners decided to give it a new lease on life. Unfortunately, these benevolent people made several tactical errors. These along with the decade of neglect that was to follow left this minute space the ugliest duckling in the pond. It seemed that the tiny room had deteriorated to such a state that a full demo was the only solution.
The aged yellow grime of the fiberglass neo-angle shower was the bright spot of the room. It seemed almost to shine behind the black mold and soap scum stained big box store shower door. The only good thing about the state of the shower was that it drew the eye away from large dark Victorianesque vanity cabinet wedged ungracefully into the only full wall in the room. The vanity really was a questionable choice only to be superceded by the pink and black granite countertop. There was a bit of saving grace in the neurtral ceramic tile on the floor. But, the years of abuse had left the grout stained the color of pond scum.
The tiny little master bathroom seemed to finally have met its end. And, what a sad end it was going to be. But in its darkest hour, there was a serendipitous occurrence. A lovely family came along and bought the pond with plans of restoring all the ducklings to there proper place. The bijou room felt the beginnings of hopefulness in what was left of its soul. Unfortunately, grand plans were being discussed by this family. Phrases like 'must tear out' and 'finding a vanity more fitting to the space' were thrown around along with 'fresh tiles' and 'better quality'. The compact bath was not about to be revived. It was on the verge of complete destruction.
As luck would have it, the family's accountant disagreed with their plans. The pond as a whole needed quite a lot of their acquired revenue. So, the family lived for nearly one year in the pond only using the tired insignificant room out of necessity. But, they found no joy in it. Then one day, the beautiful and gifted wife came up with a brilliant plan that would require only a 1/4 of the original budget. Her adoring husband agreed that the plan just might work. The wife began as soon as the accountant assured her the money was in place. She tore out only what absolutely had to go (the shower door, vanity top and faucets with missing parts) and restored, recovered and scrubbed every other surface. The end result saved the little master bathroom. It also ended up being more creative and true to the family than the evil bathroom designer's original plan. One only has to look at the room now to know that they will all live happily ever after.
