🚐 The Bathroom That Felt Like a Holiday
It wasn’t big.
It wasn’t fancy.
But the moment you walked in, you could almost hear seagulls.
The owner had a theory: if you can’t live by the coast, make your bathroom pretend it’s there.
So, the walls were the soft blue of early-morning surf.
A sand-coloured vanity anchored the room like a weathered jetty.
The brushed nickel tapware gleamed like sunlight on saltwater.
Every detail whispered “escape.”
The bath mat? Woven jute, straight out of a Byron boutique.
The soap? Scented like coconut and lime.
Even the mirror had a driftwood frame, as if it had floated ashore just for this space.
And when the steam rolled in after a hot shower, it didn’t feel like a bathroom anymore.
It felt like a weekend away.
