...my super cool vintage medicine cabinet! Gosh, I bought this thing at an antique store in Richmond two... three years ago. Maybe. Doesn't matter. And it sat in a box in my mom's basement with a bunch of other items I'd forgotten about. Then this past winter, as you may recall, my mom moved. Which meant I had to sort through those boxes and take most of them to live with me at my apartment. Translation: a lot of precious memories got thrown away. Translation: Stuff I thought was a precious memory but was actually crap, just like my mom said it was, got thrown away. Touche, mom. Translation: Listen to your mother. Moving on... I found this charming guy and thought how I could put him to use instead of hiding him away for a few more years. So I threw two nails into the wall above the latrine, plopped it up there, and tada! Extra bathroom storage! Which all of us apartment-dwellers know is a luxury.
p.s. West Elm, my hand towels and bath mat are really starting to look desperate. Please re-continue this line so I can buy new, fluffy, unfaded linens.
*Note: the mirrors above the sink are also a medicine cabinet. But it's untidy contents are staying hidden from your eyes for now.