soak it up

It's not every day you get to ease your aching bones by dipping all of your parts into a steaming tub of hot water. I seem to remember taking a bath every night before bed for a while, but that was years ago and it rarely crosses my mind these days. When it does, I light three candles (the ones sitting on a ledge close to the bathroom), turn out the lights, sprinkle in a little aromatic oil (three drops do nicely) and disappear for a while.

It doesn't take much to unwind, de-stress, let go and lay back. Plus, it's quite lovely, and warm. And I like being warm.

There's something to be said for being on the short side of tall (I'd rather not say short, thank you very much): I can fit in a bathtub quite comfortably. For those of you who tried a bath once and didn't really like it, well that makes me sad. Granted, it's understandably less enjoyable when you have to learn acrobatics just to fit, and your knees are bent up and poking you in the chin.

As for me, I may just plan a little evening around bath time.

the shabby nest