I've embraced a decorating technique that I used to think was absolutely nutso.
The chair in the bathroom.
Oh, I know they can be useful, even pretty. But upholstery? Next to the tub? Can you say mildew?
I can just sit on the edge of the tub. I don't need no stinkin' cushion, I used to think with hillbilly pride.
Then I started potty training my sixth child. Who will happily and cheerfully sit on the commode until it has grafted onto her legs.
And you know what? A nice, soft armchair would be nice. A cup of tea and a good book wouldn't hurt either.
Sigh. Back to the toilet.
I share the above picture only because it features a chair. I actually hate the bathroom. First, they painted a small, windowless room nave blue. Even the professional photographer's lighting can't keep it from looking like a cave. Also, the artwork looks like a cancerous mole to me. A good reminder to check your skin, but not so relaxing for a bubble bath.