My own soap opera...

One would think that after one week in France, I would return with bags overflowing with Gallic souvenirs...?

No, the only vaguely French-scented shopping memories came in the form of oh-so-lush-smelling bars of soap. I love these cubes of what allegedly is the classic soap from Marseille. A little rough around the edges, real lavender mixed in with the lavender soap - letting them roll from one hand to the other offers  a delightful moment of esoteric and aromatic pleasure. And that's even before you have run the bath to enjoy them properly! The simple pleasures in life can be cheap luxury in a cube...

My dream bathroom is reasonably large, with a clear spa feel to it. Simple, plain background colours, probably muted stone of some sort. 

Clearly not what we have got at the moment... 

We inherited this VERY blue bathroom from the previous owners, and as other parts of the house have taken priority on the list of wanted or needed make-overs, well, this remains a VERY blue part of our lives. But one day, I will attack this Mecca for mermaids, and the blue will be no more...

(Our bathroom is right above the kitchen, overlooking the top of the conservatory and the garden - as seen in the first image above.)

Categories: Bathroom