Or
The Days of Washing My
Hair with a KitchenAid Mixing Bowl are Over
There are a lot of unconventional things about living here at Thicket Cottage. We don't have an indoor toilet. Our bedroom is our kitchen is our dining room is our schoolroom. We don't have a television. Most of these things are pretty easy to get used to, but one of the greatest challenges of living at the Thicket has been the lack of an indoor tub and shower.
Having an outside bathtub is truly magical. During the summer, baths are wonderful, day or night. During the daytime, the titmice and chickadees visit the feeder that hangs above the tub.
At night, the star luminaires and candle sconces throw a romantic glow on everything. When the kids take a bath at night, they say the feel like kings and queens. It's true!
Even in the winter, a bath in a tub of hot water feels deliciously rebellious when there is snow on the ground beside you and icicles hanging above you. Steam rises from the water and from every above-water body part.
One thing I have not liked about the tub has been the lack of a shower. I have a lot of hair. Thick, curly hair. It's a pain to comb, a pain to style, and definitely a pain to wash. For these past couple of years, I've been washing my hair by either dunking my head under the water (which results in a mass of tangles) or taking my KitchenAid mixing bowl out to the tubroom with me. That has served well, and has been reminiscent of a hillbilly japanese bath, but I never realized how nice a shower would be.
Until I got one!
Last night, Bohemian installed a removable shower head above the tub. It was a gift for my birthday, along with candles and bubble bath. I couldn't wait to try it. So, after I'd finished all of my days' activities and prepared for the next day, I ventured out to my tub. It was about 1:00 AM, and the moon was full. I lit every candle, took a book (The Dan Riley School for a Girl by Dan Riley), and indulged for an hour.
Life has never been so decadent.
