I have a problem. Despite the fact that I live in a very beautiful, four thousand square foot architecturally-design home in Los Angeles, I spend an inordinate amount of my time occupying only sixty square feet of that home. Those sixty feet happen to be my sanctuary, my place of energy, my moment of zen, my laboratory, or what others might simply call their bathroom.
I spend an inordinate amount of my time occupying only sixty square feet of that home.
We all have our favorite room in the house: my grandmother loved hanging out in the kitchen. My dad loves the garage. My man loves watching TV in the living room. But strange as it might sound, I love the bathroom. In fact, it is generally where you will find me in the morning and at night, and a couple of other times throughout the day. What am I doing in there? Well that happens to be a good starting place to talk about this blog.
My fascination with the bathroom did not start recently. Its been with me all my life. As a young girl in Romania, I loved hanging out in my grandmother’s bathroom, watching her put on her makeup, tweeze her eyebrows and do her hair. I used to marvel at the vast array of products she had, each of them uniquely designed for a specific body project. Small as her bathroom was, it might as well have been another world to me… a world of wonder, magic, hope, imagination, re-creation and, ultimately, transformation.
My obsession with the bathroom took on a whole new level of weirdness when I started blossoming into a teenager in New Zealand. Once I hit the age of 15 I got my very own bathroom which was an absolute dream for me. I spent hours, if not days, setting up the bathroom just the way I wanted it. Whereas most people just chuck their products into their drawers, I would spend countless hours organizing the products on the counter top into multi-tiered, stair-stepping arrangements. I would buy beautiful trays to not only organize my products, but celebrate and showcase them in the best light.
My obsession with the bathroom took on a whole new level of weirdness when I started blossoming into a teenager in New Zealand.
As I got older my preoccupation with the bathroom didn’t go away, but actually got worse. I started using my bathroom as a laboratory to test out new products and evaluate their worth, value and effectiveness. But my obsessions weren’t just limited to products. I also loved using the bathroom for my personal fashion shows, where I could try on new outfits, new accessories and entirely new looks. My bathroom also served as my own private disco where I could not only let my hair down, but my guarded self as well. My bathroom became my favorite place to daydream about future travel adventures, and the world I was about to see.
One of my closets friends used to jokingly refer to my bathroom as the “MadLab,” which was a clever reference to my last name and obsession. I used to be embarrassed about my preoccupation with the bathroom, but as I have gotten older I have learned to not embrace my obsessions but double down on them, henceforth this website — Madd About Mandy.
So here I am world! I am letting you into my bathroom and into the madness of Mandy’s search to find the best ideas, products, solutions and techniques for how to live a better, healthier and more beautiful life.