Shades of Eric Clapton
The bathroom is white. Horribly, horribly white. The bathtub is white. The toilet is white. The counter is white. The floor is white. The walls are an off-white with a hint rouge, but that might as well be white. The scale is white. The vanity cabinet is white. The ceiling is white and kind of spackly (if that’s even a word, and if it was, it would be a white word). The shower curtain is white. The garbage can is white. Hell, even the vertical blinds covering the window are white!
Shady, my Shih-tzu, has fur of an off-white colour. She curled up next to the wall while I was in the bathroom, and suddenly I couldn’t see her.
There used to be colour in the bathroom, but apparently everything not white is out for cleaning. Gone is the crimson outer shower curtain. Gone are the red shag bathroom mats. Gone is the cute little green plant sitting inside a disused Tim Horton’s mug. Now the only hint of colour left to be seen is from the plunger, and that’s hiding behind the toilet.
The bathroom now has this fresh, antiseptic hospital feel to it. Either that, or this is some ridiculous literal meaning to seeing things as only black and white. Or in this case, white and off-white.
I hope colour is restored to the bathroom soon. Every time I walk out of there, I feel all celestial and shiny, and it’s a very disconcerting feeling.
Today’s Lesson: ‘spackle’ is a word, while ‘spackly’ is not (at least according to the spell-checker).
posted by Phillip at 6:18 AM
