Morning Folks.
So I had a whole post written out about my dilemma between buying a used clawfoot tub for our new master bathroom (a luxury I have been without for some time now) or to allow myself a splurge amongst all the bargain hunting and purchase a new shiny one...
* queue the tears welling in my eyes as my chin quivers and I throw my hands to the heavens*
Well, in the end I decided for the splurge. Don't get me wrong, I definitely put in the time trying to find a good used one, but in the end, for a little extra $ I could get the brand spanking new one....so ya know... I just couldn't get passed that shiny, sexy, hunk of white cast iron smiling back at me from my illuminated computer screen. Here's the sexy hunk who will be adorning my master bathroom soon.
.. Brace yourself, you may gasp like a young gal being swept off her feet by a burly sailor...
..I know right? Its just a lovely tub. I can't wait to lock my family out of my bathroom, slip in, and marinate for at least an hour..
Anyways, I got a little side tracked from the tub talk and ended up explaining why I was so excited for this tub in the first place and the fact that i'd have my own master bathroom to actually put it in, unlike the closet of bathroom I have in my current home. I mean, its tiny. The reddish hard water stained toilet is in a dark corner surrounded by spiders that just KEEP COMING BACK, the even smaller stand up shower (also reddish stained from the WORST WELL WATER EVER) is like a straight jacket, and the tiny pedestal sink is barely big enough for one adult to lean over and brush teeth at, let alone two adults and two little ladies on princess step stools all at the same time.....why we do that I don't know.... its kind of like a game of how many people can we cram around this sink without any of us falling over into the spider pit from being squeezed out.
....it doesn't just stop at the bathroom folks...
I should make it clear that my current house is lacking in any sort of space, storage, class, or general appeal whatsoever. My current home is over 110 years old and is more of a starter country house for single dudes who don't care for cleanliness and only eat ramen noodles and drink Busch light. My current home was once occupied by amateur bull riders who would clean their ropes (covered in mud and bull poo mind you) right over the carpet in the living room.
The first time I saw this so nonchalantly done, I shuddered inside my own skin and thought seriously about running for the door, but I took a breath, found my happy place, and reminded myself that they were just stupid dirty boys, and they not what they do.
The first time I went to this house my husband lived there with a couple roommates. He tried so hard to clean this pit of a home, but really, I mean, come on, there was dried bull poo down in the carpet fibers, the toilet in the bathroom was stained that reddish brown from the WORST well water ever, and there was a large stain on the ceiling that I was then informed was from a Captain and Coke that was thrown by an angry ex-girlfriend a while back. Charming, right? That stain is still there... One side of the kitchen sink had been cleaned, but the other side was full of dishes that I could only assume had been there for at least a week soaking in water, which now resembled pond scum .... the list by no means ends there, but you get the idea of the yuck factor for the way my current home was before I hesitantly moved into it....
...I did forget to mention that amongst all his "efforts" to "clean" the house that first night I came over, he did also light a candle. I think the sweet-ish scent of that mystery floral scented Walmart jar of wax may have actually made the house smell worse, but I gave him an A for effort....err, B.... minus...
And just as a side note, he has since learned the power of the Yankee Candle and I think he may actually get a little excited lighting a tea light under one of those tart warmers, picking his Yankee tart, and setting it carefully in the warmer... its therapeutic really. who can blame the guy?
....I promise I won't tell your friends babe....
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..... its ok, he's got years of bull riding in his past to make up for his love of Yankee candle tarts. They balance out...
Back to the house...
It was a dirty hole, and although we have since fallen in love, kicked the roomies out, moved in together, got hitched, replaced the bull poop carpet, painted, scrubbed, replaced the pond scum kitchen sink and popped out a couple of the aforementioned sink hogging, most beautiful baby girls ever, our home is still best described as a "dirty bachelor pad" and its time for us to move on and up to greener pastures and a bigger house....
...with a master bathroom :) and Mr. Sexy McCastIron up top there ;)
...I better go to Yankee and buy some little candles to surround us on our first date...
I'm thinking my great white knight up there is a Musky Vanilla kinda guy.... yeah...
:) Ashley