i love my bathroom. i love that i can see the sunset out the window and the pristine 1950s green tiles and the white hexagon floor tiles and the vintage medicine cabinet and that i don’t share my hot water heater with any neighbors. but don’t be too jealous, my knees basically touch the bathtub when i sit on the toilet and my window only opens a few inches and the sink i like 14 sizes too big for the space.

ok now for the things i can control: i may have bought dr. bronners “almond” soap just so it coordinates with my color scheme // i’m proud of my fish bowl nail polish collection // like more proud of the fish bowl display factor than the nail polish it’s self //  i found that cactus records wooden record bin in a heavy trash pile while i was in high school and love using it as a catch-all extra surface // coconut oil basically defines my life // how smart am i to get S hooks from the hardware store for hanging my makeup bag and straightener // ikea shower curtains beat target ones by one million // i’m really into body brushing, hence my body brush // that weird horse picture decoupaged onto a piece of wood is from astroworld, my aunt bought it in the 70s and it was hanging in my grandparents house all during my childhood // i perked up my ponytail BIG time before taking that last picture. just btw. yep. okay. that’s my bathroom.