A few years ago a went on an HGTV kick which led me to remodel. One of the items I couldn’t live without was a jacuzzi bath tub. I have always enjoyed bathing rather than showering so this was one of the easier decisions in along list of decisions.
Not long after the house was finished, I bought a ticket to go on the Parade of Homes, and the most shocking thing I noted was that these humungus homes with their huge walk-in closets had the tiniest jacuzzi tubs! A little terrier couldn’t fit in them let alone a middle-aged fat woman!
When I shopped for mine, I actually got in each one and imagined what it would be like with water, and if I could or could not stretch out. I don’t think I have to say if I couldn’t stretch, I didn’t buy.
I love listening to my jacuzzi run; it seems to like bubbling in the key of G. The winter is the best time to take a bath in it. I turn down the heat in the house so I can really see and feel the steam. It’s like being in a Shoshoni sweat lodge a hundred years ago, except I have a much nicer view than the backside of a buffalo hide.
I teach teenage boys so I need all the relaxation I can get.
There is just something about hot water, Estee Lauder bath oil, and thousands of little, massaging bubbles that I can’t live without. They’re on the same par as chocolate chip cookies and a roasted leg of lamb on a Sunday afternoon.
I’m drying off now, but the scent of the bath floats around me like a childhood memory. I just can’t wait to get dirty again!