My sister, who is very spiritual and has a couple of really cool tattoos and is also a massage therapist—as well as the director of the Sierra County Arts Council in California and a really good artist and a talented guitar-playing songwriter…
Sheesh, that was such a long sentence, I forgot where I was going. Oh, yeah. My sister loves baths. She likes to get in the tub and soak her cares away
I love baths, too. When I was a kid, one of my favorite activities was to draw a nice bubble bath, lie back and daydream–until my sister or my brother started pounding on the door, complaining that it was their bathroom, too, and why was I always in there, anyway? Then, as I grew up and got my first apartment…I still loved baths. No matter how broke I got, I could always lie back in a nice warm tub and soak my cares away.
I still look back fondly on various baths I have known. For instance, the one in our house on Tamoshanter Way in Sacramento, growing up. It was a nice roomy tub. And the bathroom was all done in pink and black. I thought it was so stylish. I could lie back in my bubble bath and admire the shiny pink and black tile and let Calgon sweep me away.
In my first apartment, the tile was brown and tan. Worked for me. It was the seventies and the cool colors were all earth tones, so brown and tan was perfect. Then there was my apartment on Clinton Street in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn (Just below the Heights, we always used to say.) That bathroom had white and black subway-style tile. I loved to soak in that tub. Next came the courtyard apartment in East Hollywood. The tile was purple with black trim. We painted the walls purple too. Like bathing inside a plum.
But then, about twenty years ago, when the DH and I moved into our first house together, the master suite had no bath. Just a shower. I almost didn’t notice that I had lost my soaking place. Life was packed, raising my kids, writing my books. The next house we lived in had a very dark bathroom, the bathtub and tub surround of fiberglass. I don’t know…it just didn’t thrill me. I kept taking showers. We moved to Oklahoma. I loved our house there, but again, no tub in the master suite.
Okay, it may seem cool. But let me tell you, that platform was two feet off the floor–with no steps. Getting up there and then getting down into that tub–you could hurt yourself. Seriously. That tub is so big that the water is cold by the time the thing is full. And the jets? They beat the crap of you. Hey. I’m from a kinder, gentler era. Just give me a nice regular tub to soak away my cares.
We’ve ripped out the old tub and platform. We’re doing Brazilian Cherry for the floor (it’s an adult bathroom, so we can do wood and just be careful not to splash a lot) with tile in the shower area. By midmonth, I’ll be soaking my cares away once again. And about time, too!
So what do you do when you want to relax? A long bath? A good book? A massage? Aromatherapy? Share your secrets for de-stressing! Leave a comment here today or tomorrow. I’ll draw a winner for a recent book of mine on Thursday. Good luck, happy reading—and thanks for dropping by.