My New Happy Place

The new shower curtain I ordered arrived late Tuesday. I spent Tuesday evening getting acquainted with it, trying to decide if that one reddish-colored outhouse clashes with the floor. By Wednesday I'd convinced myself that the bathroom floor looks enough like barnyard dirt that it doesn't matter what color the outhouses are, so I cleaned the bathroom vigorously, scrubbing tile, bleaching grout, cleaning the blinds, taking the valance down to wash--making sure everything in there was pristine before I hung the pretty new curtain and its brand-new liner. Yesterday, Thursday, I sent the following early-morning-check-in text to my daughters:

"Good morning! Getting ready to hang my new shower curtain, then I plan to sit on the toilet and admire it all day."

And that's pretty much what I did. I really, really like it. There's more to that shower curtain than the outhouses, the trees, and the grass. There's a birdhouse hanging in one of those trees and a nest wedged in the branches of another. There are birds in the trees and on the ground. There are tiny wildflowers and a wire fence and a trailing vine. I feel certain that if the curtain were twice as wide, there would also be a wishing well, a wheelbarrow, and at least a couple of chickens. There's so much more life in this shower curtain than in the solid white one it replaced.

So here: step inside and let me show you around my bathroom:

This is the view from the door.

Here you can see the shower curtain reflected in the mirror.

This is the view from the "royal throne."

And you might as well see this corner, too,

since it's the only one left.

It's funny how a new splash of color in a single room can brighten up a whole house.