My Husbear Never Goes There
Jan. 22nd, 2010 02:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenWhen I moved in - almost 6 years ago - Matt told me to "put my signature on the place" to make it ours. I thought that was a sweet gesture, since he had bought this place 4-5 years prior to our meeting the first time. He had spoken to the universe (without really acknowledging it) that he wanted someone substantial in his life. Boy, did he not know what he bargained for!!
Well, one of the first things I did was make the main bathroom "mine". And to this day, it's still mine. Matthew rarely, if ever, goes in there. I made him enter the bathroom before our guest came to any of our functions to make sure that what I was seeing was what we wanted our guest to experience in the bathroom. That went and goes beyond just the cleanliness of the space, but also the decor, the neatness of the towels, and the shower curtain.
I bought my illustrious (and envied by many friends and family members) shower curtain from Bed Bath & Beyond in the "Beyond" section. Actually, as pictured here, I simply constructed it from two different sets.
I'm pleased with how the shower curtain came out on the bar, together with the holders. Unfortunately, as with all nice things, within a day of installation, one strand - ONE - out of the center yellow, most prominent, panel broke.
That string taunted me for the last 4.5 years - since installation. No one mentioned it. I supposed they thought, "Oh, well, that's just from wear and tear, I suppose. What does he do in that shower to make that one particular strand break off, though, and not the others?" I, too, wondered how the hell I broke that one, ill-fated strand off.
It taunted me because it knew and reminded me that, "It's an easy fix! All you gotta do is this and that, and it's done! Lickety split! You're a bead man. FIX ME!" (That's secretly the voice and intonation of my shower curtain, but with the force of Faye Dunaway in Mommie Dearest in the boardroom when she said, "Don't FUCK with ME fellas!")
So, last night, the voice in my bathroom (notice: NOT in my head) got the best of me. I picked out the beads I wanted, found the sewing kit, and fixed the damn thing. Here's the end result.
Only two friends have been over so far, but hopefully, someone will notice it - beyond the friends here. Because after all, I'm vain enough to post the finished product!!
Well, one of the first things I did was make the main bathroom "mine". And to this day, it's still mine. Matthew rarely, if ever, goes in there. I made him enter the bathroom before our guest came to any of our functions to make sure that what I was seeing was what we wanted our guest to experience in the bathroom. That went and goes beyond just the cleanliness of the space, but also the decor, the neatness of the towels, and the shower curtain.
I bought my illustrious (and envied by many friends and family members) shower curtain from Bed Bath & Beyond in the "Beyond" section. Actually, as pictured here, I simply constructed it from two different sets.
I'm pleased with how the shower curtain came out on the bar, together with the holders. Unfortunately, as with all nice things, within a day of installation, one strand - ONE - out of the center yellow, most prominent, panel broke.
That string taunted me for the last 4.5 years - since installation. No one mentioned it. I supposed they thought, "Oh, well, that's just from wear and tear, I suppose. What does he do in that shower to make that one particular strand break off, though, and not the others?" I, too, wondered how the hell I broke that one, ill-fated strand off.
It taunted me because it knew and reminded me that, "It's an easy fix! All you gotta do is this and that, and it's done! Lickety split! You're a bead man. FIX ME!" (That's secretly the voice and intonation of my shower curtain, but with the force of Faye Dunaway in Mommie Dearest in the boardroom when she said, "Don't FUCK with ME fellas!")
So, last night, the voice in my bathroom (notice: NOT in my head) got the best of me. I picked out the beads I wanted, found the sewing kit, and fixed the damn thing. Here's the end result.
Only two friends have been over so far, but hopefully, someone will notice it - beyond the friends here. Because after all, I'm vain enough to post the finished product!!
