Soap Dishes For Every Occasion

Only last week I had the unenviable task of helping my sister in law with her little girl's 7th birthday party. Why is it that these days every child in the class is invited to attend the annual birthday bash? Long gone are the days where four or five pigtailed girls in their pretty dresses would play 'Ring a Ring of Roses', and 'Pass the Parcel'. Not so any more. The competition to provide the biggest and the best in child birthday parties is alive and ultra well!

In this case, the wooden picnic table out on the patio was filled to capacity with an impressive array of ham and egg sandwiches, cocktail sausages, mini chocolate bars and sticky buns. My sister in law's choice of...wait for it... ice cream cake, for this motley crew was naive to say the least. A bouncy castle with its majestic orange and yellow towers became utterly chaotic as kids and adults alike battled for equilibrium on the sweaty, slippery surface. Shoes and socks were scattered far and wide and dirty puddles of wet grass became trampled as this seemingly harmless event rapidly deteriorated into a muddy war zone.

The scene inside the house wasn't much better. All I could do to appease myself was to read and re-read the invitation: 2 - 5pm! 2 - 5pm! 2 -5pm! The wonderful thing about children's parties is that the adults adhere strictly to the times given. And so, at precisely 2 o'clock there were fifteen rings at the door, followed by the mad rush of fifteen pairs of feet, charging into the once peaceful space. The dog was going mad, barking wildly and chasing his virtually non-existent docked tail round and round in circles. A flurry of ripped wrapping paper, excited screeches, and gasps of awe at the sight of the bouncy castle and they were out the door. Within minutes however, the first victim was back, bloody nosed and crying. 'Three more hours of this' I thought to myself as I dragged the poor little mite into the bathroom to clean up.

Having finally prised the well-stuck soap from the ledge of the bathroom sink, I finally set about de-gunking the child, and while secretly condemning the lack of a soap dish in the under stairs cubbyhole of a loo, I vowed to inform my brother, in the nicest possible way of course, of my latest shopping experience. In this particular case I would have chosen the easy clean, secure, Red Dot Hoom Basket, that allows easy access to the soap, carbolic in this instance, an ideal choice particularly for little fingers. With a non-drill application to the tiles, using a revolutionary German adhesive, even he could undertake the task of putting up soap dishes!?

Further investigation into the rest of the house, the main bathroom and the master bedroom en-suite, unearthed a similar lack of attention to this most basic, in my opinion, detail. Their en suite called for the Red Dot Unni, a soap dish that would look great against the silver bordered porcelain tiles. A neat and modern soap dish, this model would transform the small room into a sophisticated and elegant retreat. For the main bathroom, I would have chosen the Red Dot Vulkaan, another classy and stylish model, and large enough to cope with the bigger bar of soap, so obviously required in this household!! Moreover, with some online shops assuring delivery within 3 - 5 days, there would be plenty of time before the next onslaught!