When I was little I always wanted to take a big-girl shower. My mom made me take baths for a long time but I endlessly longed for a that spray of water on top of my head while I opened my mouth to get a taste.
As a teenager, I thought baths were gross. Sitting there in your own filthy water while an errant hair floats by – YUK! I could not bear it and I had to have the cleanest OCD tub in NJ.
Adulthood has brought me to the realization that I love baths again. A bubble bath, an oil bath, a foam bath or a salt bath. I’ll take them all. I lower the lights in my bathroom, light some scented candles, pour a glass of Old Vine Zin and try to coax my other half to join me (he never does – I think we need a bigger tub).
I dream about a giant tub for two. A bathtub where I can stretch out, covered in water from neck to toe (with no parts sticking out). A soaking tub – with heated jets and aromatherapy – and maybe a sauna or steam to boot.
I’m glad that I haven’t forgotten – or rather can re-appreciate a good old bath and its therapeutic qualities.
What do you prefer? A bath or a shower? I still can’t decide the best way to get wet…. well I can, but that has nothing to do with bathing – but that’s another blog.
© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010. Re-published 2011.