Bathroom art continues to amaze me. I wrote about this in an earlier blog, but I’m always on the lookout for new displays. My friend has a typical American home, but her bathroom is like a tropical beach party, complete with colorful birds.
She decorated the room in honor of her three adopted daughters from Haiti. It brings a little of the island home.
I’ve lived in homes with some crazy bathrooms—nothing meaningful and fun like that. And definitely not by choice. One was a fixer-upper that we never fixed up. The other was a rental.
The fixer-upper boasted an awesome clawfoot tub. Velvety blue swirls covered blue metallic wallpaper from a bygone era. Someone had made wide spikes in the ceiling, kind of like stalactites, but weirder. When I gave guests a tour of the house, we stared at the ceiling for a while, and they would say, “I guess someone did that on purpose.”
The rental house had one bathroom with a raised (six feet off the ground) toilet tank for a power flush. That thing never clogged. The master bathroom had pink swinging doors like an old-time saloon. I was never sure if I should use the facilities or start up a poker game.
I guess I haven’t spent much time in the bathrooms of people’s homes lately. My other sightings are at businesses.
This French Bistro went a little overboard. It feels like the dressing room for an eccentric actress whose flower has lost its bloom. Maybe because of the sad floral arrangement.
Here is one from an Irish Pub in Colorado. After a few too many drinks, someone may try to go through the Leprechaun door mural.
A tavern called National Mechanics in Philadelphia boasted these crazy pipes. I’m not sure if they are trying to be historic or trendy.
Maybe it’s to demonstrate the “mechanic’s” understanding of plumbing. If so, I don’t think I’ll have them touch my pipes.
This one from a Mexican restaurant in a Colorado mountain town reminds me of a tourist trap in Rome. Not sure what kind of feel they were going for.
I wish I had taken pictures at a brewhouse in Colorado Springs. The photographs in the lady’s room of shirtless men carrying around massive tires took me by surprise. Here’s a drawing, which I’m sure perfectly depicts the guys’ muscular abs—not. Perhaps it’s best I don’t post a bunch of risqué photos on my blog anyway. Who knows what kind of traffic that would bring?
Not sure why they would carry tires without a shirt. Seems like a safety hazard. I suppose those pictures are to encourage me to drink something strong enough to pretend my husband looks like those guys.
Here is the weirdest one of all, taken in Philadelphia. I could stare into his eyes the entire time I was doing my business. The little sign about washing hands proves I’m not making this up. Facing the toilet, it is enough to discourage anyone from lingering . . . Except me. I was taking this photograph while the line of ladies doing the potty dance grew longer.
It’s because of things like this that I’ll be on the lookout for more bathroom art to share. I’d also love to see crazy bathroom art from my readers.
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