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I think I have the smallest bathroom legally allowed in North America.  Yes, on House Hunters International, one occasionally comes across those bathrooms where the shower is the room, with a drain hole right there in the middle of the floor.  Anyone with a bathroom like that can skip this post, since you have it worse than I do.

I have a tub, a sink, a toilet, a mirror, a cupboard under the sink, and a few shelves.  No medicine cabinet.  The tub is too small for me to have a relaxing bath in, and I'm 5'4".  When I lived in a really old building in Forest Hill Village, I had a great old porcelain tub with a slanted back and room for two.  You could easily fit a basket of magazines and a glass of wine on the edge.  Whenever I get too nostalgic for that bathroom, I remind myself of the sink, which had those separate hot and cold taps, possibly the stupidest thing ever invented...

There's really no room for anything in this bathroom, but the older I get, the more product I seem to need to remain passably attractive.  The worst part is the shower stuff.  The sides of the tub are thin, yet I need access to a razor, body wash, shampoo, conditioner, face cleanser, almond oil, and a lovely lavender scrub from Sabon in New York.  It's the rare morning when I don't knock at least one of these bottles into the tub, then I have to try to pick it up without slipping, cracking my head on the faucet, and dying the most dreaded of Old Lady Deaths.

That's why I got this!
Hasn't fallen off yet...



Actually, I was inspired by the one at Runaway Hill, on Harbour Island.  Filled with wonderful L'Occitane products, it made showering extra pleasant.  I went to L'Occitane, but they didn't seem to sell them, so I got this one from Sears.  I got a refill thing of L'Occitane body wash, but I haven't decided on shampoo or conditioner yet.  I'm having trouble committing to such a large volume, and the serious coin I'll have to drop. I'm sort of a shampoo tramp, never sticking with one brand too long.  The stuff I liked the most in recent years was, of course, discontinued. I'm test-driving some Aveda and L'Occitane now, so we'll see what I end up with.

Nothing to trip on here!
You mount it to the wall with silicone, and leave it 24 hours before you fill it.  Naturally, when I went to put the shower gel container on, the lid fell off, and about $5 worth of the stuff spilled into the tub and all over me.  Bubbles were everywhere...

This morning, though, I enjoyed my shower more because there was less of a chance of me accidentally killing myself while cleaning myself.  It's the little things, isn't it?

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