For once, I’m not humblebragging. I can take absolutely no credit for this.
For some time now I have had to hang something around the neck of my showerhead to hold my shower stuff. I used to just pile it in the corner of the shower floor. While Kent and I were somehow fine with razors on the floor when it was just us, when our first child became ambulatory, it seemed like maybe a poor idea.
So you buy some contraption like this.
Lurvley. But no matter how hard you try (or don’t) to keep it clean, it eventually becomes a rusted, decroded eyesore.
Fortunately, decroded eyesore is the style of our current “masterbath”, so this totally works. That’s a pumice stone, by the way.
But in the new house (Lah!), some genius had the idea of these bath niches for shampoo. They are at arm’s height, and our master bath one even has a little soap ledge underneath. I’m going to call that a frigging major upgrade.
And shower seats are no longer only for old, wobbly people who can’t stand up for a whole shower. They are also for leg-shavers and not-that-old people who just don’t feel like standing up right now, okay?
The only problem with this niche is that it’s too beautiful to put anything in. I’m going to have to start using posher shampoo and possibly throw away the last of that black walnut ginger root scrub from the spa at Bedford Springs in PA. No way, man! I’m just looking for an occasion special enough to warrant the final tablespoon of that ambrosia of the gods.