(my moms hands, helping with my wedding dress)
Growing up, my mom would try and escape to the one bathroom that had a tub, but soon my dad would go in and talk to her.. then the cat would start pawing under the door.. then "the boys" (our two rottweilers) would want to know what they were missing... then sure enough my sister and I would finally poke our heads in as well... A tradition I didn't learn to fully appreciate until becoming an adult.. Seems you spend most of your younger years trying not to be like your parents and next thing you know, you turn around and there they are, looking back at you in the mirror... As I am quickly approaching 30, I am no longer scared of the reflection, whether its my wild curly locks or the snort that creeps into my laugh.. at the most inopportune moment...!
For me, we are fortunate to have two full bathrooms on our top floor and one of them - is all mine! This means that I get to soak in my tub and relax after a long hard day......except for the occasional visit from our french bulldog .. checking in to make sure that nothing new is floating in the tub...
My recipe for my relaxing bath:
2 Large Jars (a scoop from each into the tub)
- One filled with Lavender (thanks to my mom) from The San Fransisco Herb Company
- One filled with Epsom Salts
- 5 the aqua color from our wedding (makes me smile), one from Aveda
1 big squirt of EO Bubble Bath (thanks to my mom) French Lavender
1 or 2 magazines for perusing by candle light
1 Bath Tub filled with HOT water!