The moment I stepped into Sarah’s bathroom last spring, something clicked. Not in an obvious, dramatic way – more like this quiet recognition that everything just worked. The black vanity…
You know that feeling when you’re standing in your bathroom at half past six in the morning, seven months pregnant, trying to keep your three-year-old from flooding the floor while…
I swear, if I see one more bathroom that looks like it was designed by someone who thinks masculinity comes in a paint tin labelled “charcoal grey,” I might actually…
I was about twenty-three when my bedframe literally fell apart underneath me. Not gradually, mind you – I’m talking full structural collapse at half past midnight, with this almighty crash…
You know that moment when you walk into a space and immediately want to leave? That was me, standing in the bathroom of my Chorlton flat for the first time.…
You know what’s properly depressing? Walking into a beige bathroom every single morning when you’re already knackered from being up half the night with a toddler. That was my life…
You know that feeling when you walk into someone’s bathroom and it’s so blindingly white and sterile that you half expect a nurse to appear with a clipboard? Yeah, well,…
Honestly, when did we all decide that bathrooms need to look like hospital corridors? I was scrolling through Pinterest the other day – procrastinating on grouting the shower if I’m…
Right, so picture this: me, stood in my matchbox-sized downstairs toilet last month, holding what can only be described as the most aggressively geometric wallpaper known to mankind, wondering if…