Masterbath masterpiece

The master bath in our home needed some attention. It's a nice space, with lots of windows, a stand alone shower, a full size jacuzzi tub, and all the other bathroom staples (you know, a toilet and a sink, and a built in TV. [I kid you not, but that's a post for another day.]). But it was all white (okay, T, a very light off white that appeared white) when I moved in, and just seemed echoy and barren.

While I was in the hospital last summer I picked out a coral color that I thought would tie together the bedroom and the bath. It was a complete swing and a miss. Terrible, in fact. I comfort myself in the fact that I was picking the color from a color wheel from my hospital bed, not there matching the color to the room itself, but the truth is, it was a major faux pas, and I could not wait to get rid of it.

After a few months of looking at the pukey coral/salmon walls, my husband, the accomplished painter that he is,  agreed to repaint. He even agreed to do so with another color that I picked.

The result? Fabulous. It's perfect. If I do say so myself.

A much better space for my trusty mermaid, Celeste, to reside. She's happy. And I was too, but there was more to do. I had to attend to the open shelves above the bath. They had a sad assortment of bric a brac cluttering them up and more or less bringing down the space in general.

I have a shell theme going on in there. Cliche for one living at the beach, perhaps, but I love them. They're beautiful, are they not? I mean, we've got very little tree porn going on here in southern California, but we do have beach porn shells.

So, in keeping with my theme, and spending a mere $24, here it is, my masterbath masterpiece:

Let's take a closer look, shall we?

The two lower shelves

Okay, closer

The bottom shelf

The middle shelf

And the upper shelf, which I found very difficult to photograph...

Do you see them in there? Let's take a closer look...

Yes, people, that there is shell in my baby's hand.

And that other photograph that you cannot make out above? Let's take a closer look at that one...

 Yes three shells. (And, no, I will not be leaving the little one home alone.)

So there you have it. Can you see me giving myself a great big pat on the back? Well I am.

Let's just take one more look...

Be glad you don't live with me, or you'd be forced acknowledge
the genius of these shelves every single time you entered the room.