Sauna&Bath

Q: Any suggestions would be pragmatic. Thank you!

Q: The bath and pour and skirtng and window boards are white.. or would white furniture look better... staff!

A: Either would look outstanding, depending on what you're going for! Dark wood will tend to look a little more "modern". I in the flesh like the contrast! If you like it, go for it! You're the one who will be in there several times a day and

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