Our bathroom is white. White floor tile, white wall tile, white tub, white sink, white toilet, white windows, white shower curtain, white towels. Oh, and look there, a white laundry hamper.The green trash can and various shampoos and creams that we just couldn't find in all-white containers are the only reprieve from the all white room.
On cloudy, cold days it is a pretty depressing place to hang out. Makes you want to bring in a book, not to read, just to have another color around. But on sunny or warm days, when the rest of the apartment (and let's face it, the rest of europe) is colorful enough, it is kind of a nice place to hang out for a bit. Very mediatitive. Calming. Numbing.
what did i come in here for? oh whatever....
what time is it? hmmm, does it really matter....
i wonder why swiss strawberries are that good....
i wonder if the universe will continue to expand forever....
It is like a sensory deprivation chamber, and if you're in need of deep thoughts, it is the place to be. If, on the other hand, you're jetlagged, or a bit down, maybe you can just hold it until you're at the train station public restrooms....
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