So one of the sadder things that happened while I was away is that one of my best friends picked up and moved to Vancouver. She went for love, and found an amazing job before even getting there, but that doesn't make missing her any easier. I'm happy for her, sure, but it's a very sulky kind of happy.
Anyway, the other day she sent me a link to an apartment listing she was looking at, and the second I saw the bathroom I told her to get her ass down there and rent that place right away:
I mean, aside from needing a bit of a scrub and tidy, this place has some serious charm, right?? To the ceiling subway tile: check. Chock-full of character wood beams: check. A more thoughtful reno than you usually find in any rental let alone a well priced one: check, check and check.
What really got me though was that stool. If I were my friend I would work that baby into the lease. It matches the space perfectly, and reminds me just how much I love a time-worn wooden stool in almost any kind of bath, but especially those walled in white:
So simple, yet so perfect. I think this is something that might have to happen in my next place. Which, judging by my current restlessness, might mean sooner rather than later . . .