The first flat Annie and I shared as newly weds had an ensuite. That fact alone makes it sound like we lived in a luxurious apartment. The reality was that every window in that flat faced west, and it was in a building whose lobby smelled of rotting food thanks to the adjacent garbage room, and the garage was so poorly ventilated that carbon monoxide poisoning was a genuine risk.
We lived there for a year before we got sick of it. The catalyst for our move: our slumlord had the temerity to increase the rent by $10 a week. My counteroffer was to lower the rent by $50. Needless to say, we didn’t quite meet in the middle.
Fast forward 13 years and we are about to have our very own ensuite once again. This time, that ensuite will be in a home that will not smell like garbage or give me carbon monoxide poisoning. Such luxury!
The bathrooms were recently completed following the installation of taps, shower heads and towel rails. And in the ensuite, they also put in the all important free standing bath and bath mixer.
Overall, the bathrooms are looking quite nice, albeit a little muted in the colour scheme. Perhaps muted is too downbeat; let’s go with subtle.
What isn’t subtle is the size of the master ensuite. I’ve had living rooms smaller than this ensuite, highlighting the absurdity of both how small some places I’ve lived in were as well as how large this bathroom is.
I can wait to start using it!
Eden Brae Waldorf 50 