Vintage Mailbox Towel Holder

For throw back Thursday I'm revisiting a post about my boys bathroom.  I guess I am going to need to do an update too, because the signs have all been taken down and a blank wall awaits me to make something new.

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I'm going to boldly go where no woman should go - my boys bathroom -  so I can show you the vintage mailbox I turned into a towel holder.

16 years ago.

I thought I was being so stylish and unique.

I'm pretty sure everyone who saw it thought I was odd hanging an old mailbox anywhere, let alone in a bathroom.

This bathroom is used by 4 males.

The Brawn of the operation showers here as well, which is fine by me at least I know where any grime in the master shower comes from (only Moi).

This also gives me someone in charge of keeping the boys bath clean, although I might need to rethink that. 

There is an industrial vibe, which for me means that Brawn does better shopping for stuff in the isles at the lumber yard.

This light is some kind of a barn light and conduit was used to cover the electrical wires. 

There are three of these lights above the vanity and they are suppose to have a wire cage around them like the clock.

None of them have it on..... hmmm??

The clock sits at the top of the peak above the vanity.  I don't remember the last time I changed the battery in it, so the time may have been 11:17 for quite a while.

There are two hand-towel holders also made out of bendable conduit, and attached to the wall with pipe fittings.

The boys bed room next door carries on the pipe fitting theme, and someday I'll show you that.

I found the vintage mailbox at an antique store, and in my head it was the perfect towel holder.

Those are railroad spikes used as the hooks, which are nailed into a piece of wood hidden inside the mailbox, then the whole thing was screwed to the wall.   

I like the little magazine holder on the side and the fact that you can still see the previous owners name and town on the top.

When I walked into the bathroom there were no towels hanging on it.  It had caps, belts and a bathing suit. 

The towels were on the floor.

Old signs I've accumulated have found a home in this bathroom. 

A mix of old and new metal.  The California license plate in the center of the wall was from my dad's car.

I'd show you more of this room, but then I'd have to clean it and that ain't happening today!

Besides, I'm not the boss of that bathroom.

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