Pink Toilet

I haven't really had a lot of time to write lately, mostly because Mr.L and I just became the proud owners of an Ugly Pink Toilet.

Ugly Pink Toilet is from the 1960s. She came with a matching pink bathtub and a pink sink, the three musketeers of tackiness, also from the 1960s. All of these pink items are, happily, attached to a little blue house, from, you guessed it, the 1960s. The decor inside this house is also, surprise surprise, from the 1960s, as is the plumbing under the house, the roof on top of the house, the carpet inside the house, and the paint on the walls of the house.

So that's what we've been doing.

Luckily, we are adjusting quickly and allowing this house to instruct us in important virtues from the past such as PATIENCE (Multi-tasking water related actions, for instance, such as taking a shower while running the washing machine is NOT an acceptable time saving plan, unless you are willing to endure scald marks on your back.) and TOLERANCE (No, that cabinet in the laundry room will not shut, it will continue to swing open at strange intervals and bash you in the head. You must tolerate it.) and WONDER (I wonder why there is a light switch in the kitchen whose sole purpose is to render all other kitchen switches unusable.) and MEMORY KEEPING (One must remember not to open the screen door too quickly given the strangely inconvenient placement of a roof nail that prevents the door from opening more than 1/3 of the way.) All important virtues for owners of fixer-uppers and pink toilets.




*What's that you say? Is that BOTH pink-black-grey confetti lineleum AND pink-purple-flower wall paper? Yes. Yes it is. The 60s threw up in my bathroom and I'm the one that ended up with a headache....