I say “Powder Room” very tongue in cheek. It is actually the main bathroom of our home, as it contains the only shower. Although it is very tiny in size, it has becom a HUGE challenge in many ways. But, lest I sound ungrateful, I must explain that in reality, I am beyond thankful for this tiny, functional room in the upstairs of our house. Here’s the reason why:
The farmhouse I grew up in in Montana turns 100 years old this year. Growing up as the youngest of 5 kids there was truly a delight. The house had 3 bedrooms upstairs and my brothers shared a room that was a converted corner in the basement.
The only bathroom in the house was on the main floor. It was the size of a postage stamp… The only floor space was 1 giant step between the toilet and sink (if one was playing, “Mother, May I”!). The bathtub sat to the left hand side of the toilet and sink. For reasons none of us now know, there wasn’t running water into the tub until I was in High School (remember, I was the last child at home!). Instead, we had this strange blue rubber hose that we hooked up to the sink and filled the tub. I think all of us kids would agree that we were totally oblivious to the fact that not everyone lived this way!:)
Despite the strangeness and idiosyncrasies of this room, it provided the needed functions of such a room. The challenges arose when one of us needed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night…
I’m not exactly sure when nightlights were invented. But if they had existed back then, we didn’t have any! Instead, the house was PITCH black. Of course, we didn’t want to wake any one else up, so we would quiiiieeetttlllly tiptoe out our room, step lightly down the stairs (avoiding the squeeky step), through the living room, around the corner, through the dining room, around another corner and 2 steps later – WaLa! -finally, the bathroom!
It would have normally made sense to just turn on a light along the way…However, the light fixture in the Dining Room was also unique. It was a pendent lamp suspending down from the 10 foot ceiling with a pull cord beside it to turn it off and on. Everything worked dandy during the daylight. But at night, one would be groping around in the air flailing their arm trying to find the cord. Trust me…this is not easy to do!! (As a sidenote, I never even tried to turn on the light. Instead, I used the experience to pretend what it would be like to be blind! I memorized each step… I know. Isn’t it strange what kids think up??)
One night my sister started her long trek to the bathroom. After wasting precious time looking for that cord (with no success), she hurried around the corner to the bathroom. The problem was, the door hadn’t been completely left open. In the pitch darkness she ran SMACK into the edge of the door!! She quietly nursed the huge goosegg welt between her eyes with a bag of frozen peas while the rest of us slept away…
Now I realize it is both painful and embarrassing for things like this to happen. But there is also something downright hilarious about it too. We have laughed ourselves silly over this story over the years. Yesterday I called my sister just to make sure I had all the details right (a very good excuse to call, I think!). By the time I got off the phone my stomach hurt from laughing…Oh, memories. Hilarious. Memories.
So, that, my friends, is why I love my teeny tiny “Powder Room”. (AND I also love the bright little nightlight that shines outside its door!:))
This week we’ll travel on the journey to the “After” picture of this decorating adventure…