I'm going to move around to the back of the house now because, frankly, I want to get it out of the way. "The Master Bath" sounds all elegant and posh, but it's the size of a closet. (Actually, that's a lie because the closet next to it is bigger.) It has a tiny shower, a trendy pedestal sink, and a toilet with one of those fun slow-mo-close lids.
One of the first things I got fixed was the toilet, which was not actually attached to the floor. My inspector and I considered this a problem, but the seller didn't seem to. My sister and I got a huge kick out of the fact that the plumber just put the toilet on the bedroom floor while he did plumber things to get it reattached. We took pictures because it's kind of hilarious.
There was also no storage space in the mirror; it was a fake. As a result, there is basically no storage space to make the whole bathroom actually functional except under the ridiculous sink.
The sink is one of those big glass bowls that is maybe still a thing in bathroom design, and I was initially not a fan. I am still not a fan of its functionalness, but there is one thing that makes me very happy about it. When I am stumbling around clumsily as usual, and I whack or knock something into the sink, it rings out this pure, clear sound like a prayer bell. It's beautiful. And frequent. Who knew clumsiness could make beauty along with bruises and broken bottles?
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