forget for a moment that you share the room with a claw foot tub. but in a bathroom of this size with zero storage (i'll post about that later) i don't think that putting a roll of toilet paper on an exalted pedestal of brassy goodness does not do much except be a space hog. and in a little house, you'd better have a much grander purpose than offering up a wipe to a dumper.
do i make myself clear?
well, after much thought and consideration...it came to me. it in the form of a brass hook that is originally intended for hanging garments.
i fancied using it in my closet, but feared it would just get overloaded by so many cast off clothes of the day. i love its curvy line and length: 10 inches of committed organization.
i also had the desire to see this lovely organizational tool. i always appreciate good aesthetics in all things and the humble job of toilet paper offerings is no different.
so, after considering a couple of options (in the bathroom fittings department, which only yielded more disappointing space hog results) i remembered that i'd purchased this charmer of a hook at an antique store here in napa.
since i rent my big little house, i also cleverly installed it by mounting it with screws into the grooves of the wood trim, thereby avoiding the future problems of move-fix-lose deposit.
so you see there, toilet paper holder thingy? i just added one square foot of floor space to my house.
i will put nothing in your place on the floor. i can do that. i am a grown up. take that!
instead, i will appreciate the 12 square inches of zen like openness to my bathroom that i choose not to fill.
i will celebrate my cleverness of hanging the essential cleaning master from the simply designed hook.
and when i sit and ponder and reach for the essentials whilst spending my time there, uh, on the perch,
i will think of you, stored in the basement. with your personal can of brasso.
xo,
K
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