I kept thinking about the sign and even searched online for one like it more than once. No luck.
A week or so ago I decided I could make the sign as a small quilted wall hanging. And so I did.
Here it is in place over the window at the far end of our long, narrow, small bathroom.
Since most of you won't have a chance to enter our bathroom and get close enough to read what it says . . .
. . . here's a close-up for you.
I don't care what anybody else in my family says (and they have not all been complimentary . . . just no sense of humor), I love it.
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Since we're talking bathrooms, I want to share a little story with you.
A Bathroom Story
Papa Pea and I have been known to bemoan the fact that we have only one bathroom in our house which is kinda sorta unusual these days. Every time we think having that second bathroom would be very convenient, I think back to my grandma and grandpa and how they managed to survive while raising seven children . . . with only one bathroom.
Actually, in their first home the bathroom was that little house in the back yard known as an outhouse. Years later while their kids were still all home, they did get "modernized" and gained an indoor bathroom.
Their situation changed and they moved to a new location, a new (to them) house, but still containing only one bathroom.
In the early l940s, some of their kids had grown and left home, but Grandma and Grandpa and three of their daughters still lived under the one roof. World War II was in full swing, my dad was shipped overseas so my mom (who was pregnant with me) moved back in with her parents. Shortly thereafter, the husband of one of Mom's older sisters was sent overseas so she and her infant son moved in with the rest of us.
This meant that the members of the household were then Grandma and Grandpa, their youngest daughter still in high school, two other daughters who had graduated and joined the work force, my mom and me and another daughter with her infant son. That adds up to seven adults and two babies. Yep, all of us and only one bathroom. (Plus, no hot water. All water for dishes, laundry, filling the bath tub, etc. had to be heated on the kitchen stove.)
So when Papa Pea and I think we suffer any kind of hardship (puleeze!) because we have just one bathroom for the two of us, it brings me up short, and I realize we have it pretty good, don't you think?