Having watched HGTV and Rehab Addict, I had some idea of what to expect when my bathroom began to be torn apart.
One thing I didn’t count on is not having a mirror.
Even though I don’t need it to brush my teeth, it is a little unnerving to stare at R-13 insulation while I scrub my teeth…quietly hoping that nothing comes crawling from behind it.
And then there is the whole…hair fixing thing. The “I need to squeeze a zit” thing. The “do I have more grey hair” thing. The” do I have bags under my eye”s thing. I use a teeny tiny mirror for that. Smaller mirror = less grey, less zits, less bags. It is a win win.
Another thing I didn’t think I’d have to deal with quite yet was the no door factor.
It isn’t that big of a deal, I just miss my hook on the back of it to hang my towel.
The last thing I didn’t really give much thought to was where to put all the crap I had in the bathroom.
Oh look…it decided to make its new home in the bedroom.
The good news is I still have a place to sleep.