The idea was born on the elegant East Side of Providence somewhere in the year 2000. My would-be-husband and I had just moved into a regal two-family apartment that overlooked one of the many Brown University athletic fields. Our new residence was decadent--chandeliers, white tile bathroom with a vintage porcelain tub, the light switches were two little buttons you pressed, the floors were oak hardwoods and molding was mounted on molding mounted on molding. Decadent.
One morning as I looked around my charming bathroom I glanced at the pedestal sink with its claw handles. I sighed at the fortune that had landed me in that room with a wonderful person who both cared for and "got" me, slumbering peacefully in the adjacent bedroom. That's the first time I noticed the toothbrushes. They were looking at one another--adoringly. Go on and laugh, shrug, raise an eyebrow, whatever, but read on.
The next morning I glanced at the sink and noticed the toothbrushes again. This time they were leaning against one another--spooning. Well, you know, as much as a toothbrush can spoon another toothbrush. I'm sorry but "toothing" or "brushing" just doesn't work. They were spooning! I'm serious. Serious enough to create a whole yearlong blog about the observations I have made in respect to the secret life of toothbrushes. You'll see. I dare you to look at your toothbrush the same way. Is (She) or (He) looking at their mate? Have they had a spat? Did they have a child in the form of a Hello Kitty (Girl) or Spiderman (Boy) toothbrush? Watch them.
They have a story and every Tuesday for the next year I plan to document their behavior. Follow along or head on back to looking at pictures of cats.
Like that's worth your time anymore than this kooky blog...
observer of toothbrushes