First, and most vitally and globally important: Thank you to all the ballet-fluent out there who commented on my turnout yesterday! You have no idea how much that small compliment lifted this 45-year-old former dancer who now relies on her FitBit to help her get off her jiggly bottom and move’s spirit.
That sentence is grammatically challenged. But you know what I meant.
I didn’t rock the turnout quite as much in this photo, but here’s the tile my strapping stallion of a husband chose for the boys’ bathroom.
I really like it! It’s dark, charcoalish, and looks a little imperfect. The brick pattern gives it a little interest, but I think it still looks somewhat classic.
Of course, it’s nowhere NEAR as awesome as the tile I picked for the GIRLS’ bathroom (top photo). I remind my stallion of every time we visit the building because we have a battle of the bathrooms going on. It started out as a little difference in option along the lines of “You know I think I like that tile better…” and it has mushroomed into a full-out marital competition that involves both of us being convinced that our bathroom will be superior to the other’s bathroom.
We need to get out more.
The new cabinets were delivered yesterday. We’re going to have them stained before we install them in a week or two.
But look. These are the vanities for both the girls’ (left) and the boys’ (right) bathrooms.
If this doesn’t perfectly sum up the differences between my husband and me…I don’t know what does.
And it also gives me plenty of things to rib him about.
“Oh, honey…look. Your poor legs are unfinished. I guess they forgot to put them in the lathe!”
And other stuff like that.
Look! Here, my beloved has just conceded that yes, the girls’ bathroom is going to be WAY better than the boys’ bathroom.
(In my mind, anyway.)
(Ahem.)