Although technically, this bathroom was in the same house as the first one, it deserves a mentions for two reasons. Firstly, because my mum insisted that if I used it, after every shower I had to squeegee down the glass walls with this very professional looking scraper thing. Which was annoying and predictable. Secondly, it had this extendable mirror thing attached to the main mirror that had a flippable head, with one side a MAGNIFYING glass, so my pores were even HUGER and easier to squeeze. Amazing. I found hairs that haven’t even been born yet. Partnered with my infallible tweezers, this bathroom was a must-have for any body for whom hair removal = ecstasy. This bathroom also had movie star lights all around the mirror. Felt very glamorous.
