Small Space Living- Bland Condo Bathroom

I've complained before about the small, boring bathroom that I am saddled with in this condo. Honestly, I hated it so much I feel like I was actually bathing less. For the sake of my loved ones and coworkers, something had to change. The whole thing was starting to make me homicidal, too...

Psycho shower curtain. Draw your own conclusions about me...

Clearly, I was directing some unresolved rage at my bathroom. I'm kidding, I just thought this shower curtain was hilarious. I guess it's twisted (my mother was not impressed when she came to visit), but I got it somewhere classy- the TIFF Shop, when I saw Dial M for Murder in 3D.

Back to fixing up the loo. I added this dispenser, which has been great for decluttering the tub ledge, which then keeps me from dropping and tripping over plastic bottles when I have my barely-awake morning shower. In that sense, it may actually be a life-saver. It was a great purchase, and I am really happy with it. Here's what else I've done to make this space slightly less gross.

Picture of Harbour Island above a mountain of makeup and hair elastics.

Before, I had a big over-the-toilet shelving system, but it made the small room feel even smaller, so I got rid of it. I replaced it with some Ikea shelves, and got some more streamlined storage for makeup, lip balms, and the 3,000 hair elastics a woman with long thick hair needs to survive the summer.

I added a frame border around the mirror, and as you can see in the reflection, I added an over-the-door towel rack, that has a top shelf where I store the more presentable bottles of soap, like Savon de Marseille and Sabon body scrub.

The best thing, though, was getting a curved shower bar. Many hotels use them, and I think they are genius. I got this one from Bed Bath and Beyond in a dark finish, which adds some contrast, and won't show rust. My murderous shower curtain didn't survive the upgrade. I replaced it with a cotton curtain and separate liner. Finally, I changed out my old shower head for a hand-held model.

Got these at Pottery Barn years ago, when I had similar faucets.

It's still no trip to the spa, I realize that, but it's enough of an improvement, and pretty much all the effort I will make with this room. As long as I am back to showering regularly, mission accomplished.

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