The Guest Bathroom Is Purty. And Complete!
You guuuuuuys! Guest bathroom!
It’s been a long time coming and has actually been *complete* for the past few weeks – which is good because this past weekend is the only weekend in a two-month span that Ryan and I haven’t had guests or will be out of town. Not that we’re complaining.
In fact, it lit the necessary fire under our asses.
I’m pretty pleased with the fact that we got to re-use a LOT of what we already had in the house – the shadow boxes on the wall, the stuff *in* the shadow boxes. In fact, most of the decorative stuff came from various places around the casa.
And the butcher block has been good. REAL good. I’ve kept it happy with a deck-strength water sealer and Ikea’s own butcher block oil stuff. Seems to like it, seems to be holding up well.
Boo. Haha. I took a picture of my make-up bag because it’s a) awesome, and b) super important. Since our master is a bit on the small side I use the guest bath almost every day — my various womanly accoutrements don’t get it Ryan’s way, and Ryan’s ability to fling baby powder over everything in a small space doesn’t get in my way. Win win.
And while we’re looking in the mirror…
Rawr. I am pregnant lady. I eat cam-er-a.* //In my fat Jenna Maroney voice
*Apparently people, aka, my friends, love to joke that pregnant people eat all the time. Except it’s kinda true. Because, you guys, you have to eat a billionidy small meals in one day because you’re once bombastic stomach is now rather petite and squished up under the ol’ rib cage. The whole thing is kinda impressive, actually. My intestines? They’re like, over THERE.