Toilets for the Half-Assed

 

I am once again indebted to A Frank Angle for the inspiration (if you want to call it that) for this post.  He noticed that a number of my headers featured toilets that were, for lack of a better phrase, architecturally challenged.  It turns out that there is no limit to the questionable ways that people will install a device of necessity in the home.  Whoever said “Don’t start vast plans with half-vast ideas” never encountered these half-assed plans.  To wit:

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Someone told the contractor that they wanted a Jack-and-Jill bathroom to be shared between two bedrooms.

 

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Why should the inconvenience of a small house restrict you from having a full-sized toilet?

 

Toilet window

Nothing says luxury like a toilet with a view through a sliding glass door.

 

Toilet paper in tub

The soap dish in your tub can serve as both a soap dispenser and a toilet paper dispenser.  It’s that waterproof toilet paper though that makes this plan so costly.

 

Stained glass toilet

When visitors arrive at your house, especially after a long ride, they often first ask to use the loo.  With this design, you need not worry about complicated directions to get to the facilities.  The full length (see through) stained glass window is an extra added touch.

 

Dining room toilet

No longer will you have to interrupt dinner conversations when one of your guests needs to use the bathroom.  It’s right there within earshot.

I admit that the last idea is not one that actually exists (yet) but originated with none other than Homer Simpson.  You’re sitting comfortably on the back patio, having a nice glass or two of wine in your wine seat when nature unexpectedly calls.  Why go through the effort of finding the facilities when, with a little modification, you can conveniently stay in place and, in the words of Homer, “Let ‘er rip.”

wine seat     wine toilet seat

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, I gotta go.

20 thoughts on “Toilets for the Half-Assed

  1. I LOVE this!

    My husband, our son (then age 7) and I once stayed in an amazing hotel room in the town of Biot, France. The room was enormous, with a fireplace large enough to roast an ox, and tall enough for my 6″ husband to stand in with his arms raised and still not touch the top.

    In the center left of the room was the bathroom, surrounded 3/4th of the way around the “bathroom” by a wall that was about 2 inches higher than my head as I sat on the toilet.

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