I believe that everyone should have an agenda for their bars of soap.
Mine go from being wrapped and under my sink, to the edge of my sink, to my bathtub, then finally to my garbage pail and/or down my drain. This area, through no real planning on my part, is about 3 feet square and thus reeks of efficiency. In this way, the fancy new soap (can read "Ivory") is there for the proud display, the comfort of my guests, and the austentatious flaunting of my wealth. When a regular utilitarian function is needed in the shower, then an old half-used bar can be used. You see, the genius is that there's never scraps of soap on my washbasin edge and I look either rich or the best host ever. I've heard that The Queen uses this same system.
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Ah Ivory, the fine soap of Bachelors everywhere.
ReplyDeleteNice to see you are improving your image, P.