Inspiration can come from the most unlikely of places. Say, the women’s bathroom in a public coffee shop.
Necessary Wisdom.
It really did feel like the walls were talking.
Vanity Wall.
I never know whether to use the phrase “women’s room,” “bathroom,” “ladies room,” and I’ve even heard the phrase “little girl’s room.” I don’t think this bathroom is that.
Nary an unembellished spot.
Just in case you forget to be irreverent, there’s a reminder on the back of the door.
This obviously isn’t a girl’s room. It’s a women’s room.
Thank you! to my pal, Jeanette, for impishly insisting I visit the restroom at The Perk, without giving away a hint about what was to come.
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