Quality
Always try to choose a blue shower curtain that is good quality as they are subjected to a lot of stress in their lifetimes. They are constantly tugged, yanked, and subjected to extreme heat and humidity. If you want your blue shower curtain to last, you are going to need to choose one that is made from high quality materials and that is manufactured responsibly and is made to endure significant wear and tear.
Environment
Did you know that the materials used to make blue shower curtains are not always good for the environment? There are concerns over the effects of PVC (the vinyl material used to make most of them) on human health and the environment. You might instead look for blue shower curtains made of TPU, which is an eco-friendly alternative to potentially harmful PVC.
Design
As with all home design, it is important that everything fit together. You will want to choose a blue shower curtain that complements or accents the rest of your home bath décor. So, if your bathroom has a modern look, a bright, bold blue shower curtains can nicely offset clean lines and muted colors. On the other hand, if your bathroom decor is otherwise classic and traditional, you probably shouldn’t pick a curtain that has modern prints or vibrant colors. Pick something that is understated instead
Cost
Cost is always tied to quality. If you can find a high quality curtain at a reasonable price, this is likely a good choice. By paying a little bit more, you will be able to find a higher quality product that will last longer and perform better as well.
Home decor can be tough. There are so many things to consider – time, price, personal taste – and it can sometimes seem overwhelming, which is why some rooms often get left by the wayside. Too often do we leave the bathroom for last because there are so few attractive option for design. So when it comes to choosing a blue shower curtain, first of all evaluate what is important to you. Quality is probably at the top of the list, followed closely by design, and maybe cost. Look through the list of tips below to help you decorate your bathroom so that you will love it for years to come.
Quality Always try to choose a blue shower curtain that is good quality as they are subjected to a lot of stress in their lifetimes. They are constantly tugged, yanked, and subjected to extreme heat and humidity. If you want your blue shower curtain to last, you are going to need to choose one that is made from high quality materials and that is manufactured responsibly and is made to endure significant wear and tear.
Environment Did you know that the materials used to make blue shower curtains are not always good for the environment? There are concerns over the effects of PVC (the vinyl material used to make most of them) on human health and the environment. You might instead look for blue shower curtains made of TPU, which is an eco-friendly alternative to potentially harmful PVC.
Design As with all home design, it is important that everything fit together. You will want to choose a blue shower curtain that complements or accents the rest of your home bath décor. So, if your bathroom has a modern look, a bright, bold blue shower curtains can nicely offset clean lines and muted colors. On the other hand, if your bathroom decor is otherwise classic and traditional, you probably shouldn’t pick a curtain that has modern prints or vibrant colors. Pick something that is understated instead
Cost Cost is always tied to quality. If you can find a high quality curtain at a reasonable price, this is likely a good choice. By paying a little bit more, you will be able to find a higher quality product that will last longer and perform better as well.
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Do you think it's safe to spray paint a litter box?
Posted by Admin | Uncategorized | Posted on August 29th, 2010
The room where my litter box has to be in (my bathroom) I recently redid interior wise (new paint, shower curtain, carpets, accessories, etc) and the bright blue litter box sticks out like a sore thumb. (I have a Tidy Cat’s Enclosed Litter Box: http://www.petco.com/product/106534/Purina-Tidy-Cats-Enclosed-Litter-Box.aspx?cm_mmc=CSEMGooglebase-_-Cat-_-Purina-_-1134426&mr:trackingCode=11EDEB15-8381-DE11-B7F3-0019B9C043EB&mr:referralID=NA)
Anyways, when I was cleaning the litter box today I noticed that the plastic flip up on the lid comes out and separates from the blue cover. I started thinking – maybe I could spray paint the blue box and the blue part of the cover a tan color that would coordinate with the bathroom. Do you think that would be bad for the cats? Obviously I would let it dry and air out, I know they make paints with minimal fumes…..but do you think it’d work? I can’t decide whether or not it’s a good idea.
And before someone says go buy a new one, I looked at Walmart, Target, Petsmart, and Petco today and couldn’t find a deep box with cover that matched my decor. I will keep looking, but this would certainly be a much less expensive alternative.
Thoughts?
Just to add, I LOVE this litter box, the front flips up for easy cleaning – they just only make it in blue.
I don’t want to spray the inside, just the outside.
Re-decorating my bedroom what do you think?
Posted by Admin | Uncategorized | Posted on August 23rd, 2010
Ok so I am taking interior design classes an well I am thinking about re-doing my bedroom to a more me look.
My walls are gonna be pink. with zebra print stuff on my wall.
http://www.victoriassecret.com/ss/Satellite?ProductID=1265273772765&c=Page&cid=1265275342125&collAssetType=LBIProductSet&pagename=vsdWrapper
Heres what I want the big pillow it says your mine tonight I wil probably get a pillow like that costumized or something and make it say something else I dont like that what it says.
http://www.victoriassecret.com/ss/Satellite?ProductID=1265273252957&c=Page&cid=1265275342125&collAssetType=LBIProductSet&pagename=vsdWrapper
Here is my throw pillows
http://www.victoriassecret.com/ss/Satellite?ProductID=1265273253982&c=Page&cid=1265275342125&collAssetType=LBIProductSet&pagename=vsdWrapper
Bathroom set. It will match my blue walled bathroom an zebra print shower curtain.
http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V303448.jpg
either thesse sheets or the other ones
http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V302229.jpg
Now for furniture.
a pink chair to go for my desk I have to do my homework. and I need like some typ of zebra/pink vanity chair.
Then when I move I am gonna buy a lounger thats pink/zebra
I am in the process of redecorating my bathroom and can't decide between two different looks.?
Posted by Admin | Uncategorized | Posted on August 9th, 2010
first look would be Benjamin Moore "Driftscape Tan" on the walls with a "Van Deusen Blue" vanity and the Pottery Barn "Brighton" Shower Curtain
and
second look would be a bold horizontal zig zag pattern with the two above colors and the Pottery Barn "Vanessa" Shower Curtain
http://www.potterybarn.com/products/brighton-shower-curtain/?pkey=x%7C4%7C1%7C%7C10%7Cshower%20curtain%7C%7C0&cm_src=SCH\
http://www.potterybarn.com/products/vanessa-shower-curtain/?pkey=x%7C4%7C1%7C%7C10%7Cshower%20curtain%7C%7C0&cm_src=SCH
http://www.benjaminmoore.com/bmpsweb/portals/bmps.portal?_nfpb=true&_br=1&_pageLabel=fh_home&np=colors/2106-50
http://www.benjaminmoore.com/bmpsweb/portals/bmps.portal?_nfpb=true&_br=1&_pageLabel=fh_home&np=colors/HC-156
How to decorate a VERY small bathroom?
Posted by Admin | Uncategorized | Posted on August 5th, 2010
I have a very small half-bathroom. Just a toilet & a shower in the master. It’s half tile and the other half I’m planning on painting this weekend a very light blue. I was hoping to incorporate yellow flowers somehow because my new shower curtain has little yellow flowers on it. Since there is no place whatsoever to put a vase, I’m wondering how else to decorate this tiny space with real flowers. The only thing I could think was to frame plastic flowers or just settle for a painting. If you have any other ideas please, please share. Thank you so much!!
Decorating my bathroom?
Posted by Admin | Uncategorized | Posted on July 31st, 2010
Every thing’s light blue! The toilet, sink, bathtub, tiles, walls, etc. I can’t repaint, so i was wondering what color towels, shower curtain, rug, etc.to get that would go good with the light blue. Thanks!
I know, stupid but this is a serious question!!! Girl please?
Posted by Admin | Uncategorized | Posted on July 27th, 2010
I leave for camp in 2 days. I am going to Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp. I packed a bathing suit for the pool but will i need to use it in the shower? I am not planning to but a lot of people are self conscious about their bodies and I am not self conscious but I do not want to be the only one naked. So now for my weird question. Do most girls use a bathing suit in the shower? Are they like open? Do they have a curtain? I am going to the Central Camp NOT Bernstein PLEASE note that.
what do you think of my story?
Posted by Admin | Uncategorized | Posted on July 26th, 2010
any hints or tips or comments?
Maggie Harp opened her eyes, her watery blue eyes. She sat up in bed, hitting off her alarm clock as she did so. The frail old woman swung her legs out of bed and slipped her old feet into her comforting slippers. Shuffling shuffled to the rickety wardrobe in the corner of her room, whose door held a mirror, and peered in at her wrinkly face.
“Oh dear, every day I seem to look worse. It must be this weather, it’s always so glum.”
She spoke to an empty room; her husband had died 10 years ago from a massive heart attack. Maggie looked out the window after opening her sweeping curtains and the weather was indeed dreary. She sighed, a resigned sound, and entered her en-suite. Maggie showered and used the toilet then dressed and put her face cream on. She finished by applying perfume to her neck and wrists. Then after a light breakfast of cornflakes, she set out to work.
She walked down from her house in the direction of the bank. She lived atop a hill and had to pass through many neighbourhoods before she came out onto the main road. She walked down the hill and came out into the start of the main part of the town and entered the bank at a quarter past eight and helped Mary Jane set up for the day ahead. Mary Jane Robison and Maggie had been friends for over 30 years, ever since Maggie had joined the bank. She was older than Maggie, who was 65, but Mary Jane, MJ to her friends, was nearing 70. The bank had kept them on because the new manager was the son of the old one, and he had been ordered to keep them on by his father as they were very close.
“Morning, MJ,” Maggie called to her friend as she leafed through the thin notes in her cash machine.
“Oh, hello Maggie. Horrid weather we’re having, isn’t it?” Mary Jane replied with a thin smile.
“Yes, yes it is. Bad weather always makes you so depressed doesn’t it?” she asked
The two women sorted through the various notes and paperwork on their desks and talked about the prior evening. They had both been at a ball hosted by Archibald Eminger, who was the old manager. It had been a spectacular night and MJ and Maggie had had great fun. Maggie wore a gold dress and MJ wore a green one. They talked about how frail Archie was getting and that maybe he should go into a care home. As the ladies babbled, Milton Eminger was arriving at the bank. The bank was on the road side so Milton had to drive past the bank itself and go into the car park at the back of it. He exited his BMW Saloon and picked up his briefcase from the back seat. The spittle in the air dampened the leather interior so he quickly shut his door. His scrawny frame and weak facial features ensured no wedding ring on his weak hands. Noticing the lack of a ring at age 37, he said aloud to himself,
“That’s alright; Ethel’s children can take over from me at the bank.”
He always worried about who would take over from him.
Caught in his own thoughts, he walked into the bank. The two women looked up from their chat and greeted Milton through the reinforced glass screens which separate the potential muggers from the money.
“Good Morning Ladies. Terrible weather. Did you enjoy last night?” he asked
“Oh yes, we were just discussing that actually, a wonderful night.” Replied Maggie
As the other staff arrived and the friendly chatter became louder as more people talked, the time creeped further to 9. The manager stood in his office doorway looking at the tellers and office staff. He called for quiet and reminded the staff that they would be hosting interviews today for a new bank teller. Maggie and MJ were to perform the interviews as they were the most senior members of staff and Milton would be performing secondary interviews later on in the day.
The doors opened and the first customers of the day began to trickle in. Heather Murphy, who worked part time as a bank teller, had the first customer of the day. Heather was a nineteen year old, tall woman with pale brown eyes and blonde hair which she kept curly in a glossy sheen. Her friendly and bubbly personality helped lift the dreary morning gloom. As she chatted away with the customer, MJ and Maggie began seeing their first applicants. The first one Maggie saw was Riana Houston. Maggie scanned her resume and Curriculum Vitae as the woman sat across from her. She was twenty three years old, 5 foot 5 inches (a nice even height, Maggie thought) she was black, with brown curly hair and brown eyes. Her ‘personal qualities’ were bright, creative, although can be impatient and is scared of the dark.
MJ’s first applicant was a woman called Mandy French, she was forty, and a bit overweight. She was around 5 foot three inches and her ginger hair and yellowish eyes helped set her out from the crowd.
“Good Morning Ms. French. How are you today?”
“I’m fine thanks, and please call me Mandy.”
“Ok then, Mandy. What makes you think you are suitable for the job?”
The interviews were conducted in the back offices of the bu
How would YOU add to this Zombie story?
Posted by Admin | Uncategorized | Posted on July 26th, 2010
Maggie Harp opened her eyes, her watery blue eyes. She sat up in bed, hitting off her alarm clock as she did so. She swung her legs out of bed and slipped her old feet into her comforting slippers. She shuffled to the wardrobe, whose door held a mirror and she peered in at her wrinkly face.
“Oh dear, every day I seem to look worse, it must be this weather, it’s always so glum.”
She spoke to an empty room; her husband had died 10 years ago from a massive heart attack. Maggie looked out the window after opening her sweeping curtains and the weather was indeed dreary. She sighed, a resigned sound, and entered her en-suite. She showered and used the toilet, then she dressed and put her face cream on. She finished by applying perfume to her neck and wrists. Then she had a light breakfast of cornflakes…
I AM GOING TO ADD SOMETHING ABOUT ZOMBIES WHEN I GET AN IDEA
What do you think about the prologue?
Posted by Admin | Uncategorized | Posted on July 26th, 2010
This is a prologue for a novel I am writing. What are your comments? Thoughts? Opinions?
The Californian air was warm and dry that Sunday morning. A thirteen year old Sadie Elswick woke up to the soft morning sun shining through her curtains. She looked over at the clock. Nine thirty, she thought. I slept in late. She tossed aside the sheets and made her way downstairs. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted up from the kitchen. Delilah must be cooking omelets. Sadie’s nearly-eleven-year-old sister had been taught to cook one thing, and she cooked it well: omelets. Every morning of every weekend, Sadie would have an omelet. I can’t complain, she thought. They’re good omelets.
Everything went smoothly. Sadie showered and got dressed, drank her morning coffee, and ate her breakfast, which was delicious as usual. She couldn’t, however, shake the odd feeling that something was wrong. She shut off the toaster. I did my summer schoolwork. I bought Delilah her birthday present, but did I wrap it? Erm… yeah. Yeah, I did. Sadie’s thoughts continued to meander. She decided to distract herself.
“Where are mum and dad?” Sadie asked. Her voice was soft yet powerful voice with clearness like the peal of a bell and the sweetness of honey, melded together in a smooth English accent, a mixture of the East London and Oxford dialects. Her and her family- George, Delilah, herself, and their parents –immigrated to America a little over a year prior. George was the oldest. At nineteen, he had just started college. His parents paid the little money his scholarship didn’t cover: a small amount for the relatively affluent family. His goal was to graduate medical school and become a doctor.
Delilah was the youngest. She was a pleasant girl, although very shy and self-conscious. She had always been “the quiet one” in the family, and was also very talented in poetry. She prided herself in the ability to play the an amazing blues guitar. She could make any guitar sing with the most hauntingly beautiful melodies, like the cry of a long lost lover, with the kind of worldly knowledge that most artists are unfortunate enough to earn.
Sadie was the middle child. Quirky and eccentric, she had always been a bit of a wild child. Her whole goal in life seemed to be to have fun, and she lived with such passion that nobody could hold it against her. She had always been told that she was beautiful. Her eyes were a bright, beaming blue, and her wavy blonde hair extended to the small of her back. Her skin was soft, and she had an astounding figure relative to her young age. Her face was characterized by high cheekbones and a sly, lopsided smile.
Surprisingly enough, her most remarkable quality had nothing to do with her personality or her physical appearance. It was her voice. She was a pitch-perfect singer, better than most stage musicians without a single bit of professional training. She could reach notes across nearly five octaves with perfect tone. Her voice never cracked, and she never missed a note. She could change from a sweet and smooth voice to a rough, hard voice at the drop of a hat. When she was singing, it was like she was leaving the ephemeral behind and tapping into some supernatural force.
Delilah was sitting deep in thought at the end of the table. She didn’t appear to have heard her older sister. “Well? Where are Mum and Dad?” Sadie asked again. Delilah seemed a bit startled.
“Oh! Sorry,” she said in a small voice. “Mum and Dad went out on some errands. They took George, too.” Sadie looked at her surprised.
“George? I’m surprised. I figured he was still up in bed, the lazy git,” she said with a smile. She took her now clean plate over to the sink and rinsed it off, then sat down and continued to talk with her little sister about the week’s events, about their love lives, and about any random topic that merited a comment. Eventually, Delilah gave her sister a pleasant smile, a quick goodbye, and happily resigned to the solitude of her room. Sadie, however, felt more uneasy as noon came. She lounged about until she could no longer bear to stay in the house.
Sadie poked her head through her Delilah’s bedroom door. “I’m taking a jog,” She announced to her sister, who was busy plucking out a fancy rhythm on the guitar. “I’ll be back in an hour or so.” Delilah looked at her and nodded, understanding. Sadie put on her shoes, changed into a tank top and shorts, plugged in her iPod, and bolted out the door.
She ran at full speed across the yard and vaulted the white picket fence, rather than bothering to use the gate. She began running through the nice suburban homes to the beat of hard rock bands. She bounded across sidewalks and streets, the fresh wind against her face, whipping her hair back, and her feet hitting the ground at a quick, steady pace. This was one of her favorite things to do. Jog
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