This week we’re featuring the bathroom of reader Erica Manney, who works in marketing and blogs at You Should Only Know. When we saw her recent post, we were anxious to share it with you. Soon, you’ll see why. In her own words:
You may have seen some of the better cliches in my apartment – (the “Velvis” and the prancing unicorns) and while I have no pink flamingoes – I do have some of the more awesome developments in suburban art – “The Garden Gnome.” Unfortunately, we have no garden. Tiny apartment. But what do do have, is a bathroom. Same diff.
Hanging out in the corner, watching you pee – are the three larger gnomes. They are there to make sure you wash your hands, keep the seat down and to generally freak out any one who isn’t forewarned.
If you decide to snoop in my medicine cabinet (or, need a band-aid or something), you will meet the guardians of the cabinet.
The other gnome needs a little introduction. I am not sure if the rest of the country has these, but Queens has these ridiculous, useless, usually-painted-shut hampers.
Exhibit A:
Yeah. Crossword puzzles. Don’t judge.
We find our hamper useless for laundry, but we found another use for it. Please, stop here if you can’t handle the sight of feminine products. Hopefully the toilet paper in the above picture didn’t scandalize you.
Oh, hello there!
Totally exposed
That’s most of the “art” in our bathroom. I am sure we will add more as we find them – it seems like these guys are a dollar store staple, so a fresh gnome is never too far away.
