You are unlikely to find this photograph in the promotional material for Ian Schrager's newest venture in partnership with Marriott -- the Waikiki Edition. So allow me to rave. The tiles and grout in the shower of this ocean front suite are Hygiene Hunter approved. As is the rest of the hotel.Of course it helps that the hotel is just over six months old. I'm keeping my rubber-gloved fingers crossed that guests treat this master renovation project with the respect it deserves.
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
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