
When I was very young my father gutted our upstairs bathroom in order to create a grand master bath. However, as it is with my dad for some reason or another projects were never, really, well… 100% finished. It is not that he is not a handy guy. He single handedly built a deck off our house. The problem is the deck around the pool has posts, but no rails. Then there is the deck off the garage he built that is just a shell (the idea was to create a slide into the pool). Or the fact that most of the house is painted, but the too high parts (in effect creating a four color motif). My personal favorite is the very becoming ‘French Country’ faux brick in the kitchen- all aside from the fact that he ran out of bricks and therefore the last two bricks were never placed.
As a result of the bathroom redesign three fourths of my life were spent deprived of a bathtub. It was not until my 27th year in this world that I bought a house with a tub-
a crisp, white brand new tub.
There is something about soaking in the bath. When the almost too hot water encases you. That moment is gold. I love taking baths. But there are problems:
1) The environmentally conscious part of me always feels guilty for wasting the worlds water supply
2) You can never really wash your hair. It just does not look the same when washed in the tub. If I later stood up and washed it in the shower I would be using even more water
3) What do you actually
do once you are in the water?
Maybe it was because I was deprived as a child, but after the initial- and totally worth it- submersion what are you supposed to do in a bath? Inevitably it becomes a fight to keep as much of your body under water as possible or your knees start getting cold and then you rotate yourself like a rotisserie. You start to fight physics and the laws of buoyancy. I’ve never heard of physics ever loosing.
My cousin and I once had a conversation about bathing and she, like me showers every other day, but she then informed me that she takes a bath the in-between days. Her rational: she does not feel right unless she washes her derrière at least once a day. I was shocked and torn between being appalled (I had just found out that she may be responsible for the lack of drinkable water in third world countries) and embarrassed (how can you fight that kind of logic? I don’t mind a dirty butt?).
The picture of women relaxing in the bath is part myth. Who really reads a book in the bath tub? Do you always bring candles with you? Do you wear a facemask, cucumbers on your eyes and a towel in your hair?
Who wears a towel when they are IN the water!? I have tried everything including the cucumbers and excluding the towel.
I will tell you this though: After a long day, when the house is very quiet, and I am aching- the simple pleasure of lowering myself into that almost too hot water is momentarily sublime.
Then I start the rotisserie.