The problem, or should I say problem(s), in our bathroom can be summed up in a few words. "Pink Nightmare" comes to mind. I can actually tolerate the pink floor,
and...(wait for it)...
Let me say that again.
PINK. TILE. CEILING.
And no...if the ceiling were tiled in a different color it wouldn't release it from my hatred.
Whoever thought of putting tile on the ceiling in the bathroom is sick and twisted. Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to clean the tiles of a ceiling that is only reachable by ladder? It ain't fun, people! And when they were installing this ceiling, they certainly didn't think of installing an exhaust fan...so guess where all that shower steam ends up. ON THE CEILING.
And any moisture that ISN'T gunking up our ceiling, is gathering itself in between the painted wall paper and (what I can only imagine is moldy) plaster walls. Yup...our bathroom apparently had sparkle-tastic wall-paper that a previous owner did us the 'favor' of missing out on by painting over it...with industrial white paint that really is more of the grayish tint bubble gum gets when you have been chewing it for three days. When painted wallpaper gets moist it starts to peel from the walls. But God forbid you tug on any of that wallpaper because I just know that once you do that the entire place will implode on itself in a great shudder of mildew, dust and half-broken pink tiles.
And while we're talking about masochistic bathroom planning, exactly when did putting a big, wood-framed window IN THE SHOWER become the design strategy of choice?
This is the third place I have lived in in Massachusetts and each one of them has had this window 'feature' that requires one to somehow retro-fit the tub with a plastic curtain to keep the water out of the woodwork...a device destined to creeping further and further into the shower like a moist, mildew-y Venus-fly-trap waiting to pounce on any person attempting to bathe themselves.
Rounding out our case for ::booming voice:: Worst-Bathroom-in-America ::cut-booming voice:: is a small, rusty medicine cabinet with cracked glass shelves,
weird, dried-up caulking around old fixtures,
and an extraordinarily poorly placed heat register that prevents us from even considering improving of the layout of the space someday.
In the meantime, I guess I will have to discipline myself to refrain from pulling at the very tantalizing curls of painted-over, sparkly wall paper that crop up after every shower.
What about you all...do you have any major nightmares in your house that you are resigned to living with?