Bath Therapy

When my sister was little, if she told a lie her conscience always got the better of her and she would end up spilling her guts. She would cry and cry, "I told a lie..., and now no one believes me, and no one likes me......." She'd just sit in our room and spill her guts and cry, and cry. Then, she'd come out of our room and announce, "I think I'll have my nice warm bath now." Mom would draw her a nice warm bath, sis would soak, and when she emerged it was "all better."

A few years ago, during the winter I instituted "Tuesday Bath Night." Tuesday just ended up being a night that was the easiest to steal a few minutes a way, for some reason. I take my glass of wine and my InStyle magazine, light my candles and pour in my favorite Philosophy Amazing Grace bath bubbles.... and it's my time. They all know it - my time.

A friend of mine was selling candles for a candle party and I mentioned I needed some new ones for "Tuesday Bath Night," and she gave me the oddest look - like I only bathed once a week. I explained that, no, really, I showered every day... but Tuesday was "bath night." My time.

It's not the same in the summer - too hot... not the same... but now we're getting into "bath weather," but we had people over last night so I missed it. BUT, today it's cold, and raining.... and perfect. Get the wine. Get the candles. Too bad I can't knit in the tub... now that would be perfect. I'll just stick with my soggy InStyle magazine.

Did you really want to know all that? Sorry. Too late now. But, see that pretty yarn there by the tub? I ventured out in the rain today to my not-so-local yarn store and picked me up some pretty purple Cascade 220 to finish my Wendy/Heather Essential Stripe sweater. Oooh, I can't wait to get some knitting done tonight. Gotta finish work first, and my chores - oh yeah, and the hubby's laundry... but I will get some knitting done. Hopefully I'll have some progress pictures tomorrow for you.

I think I'll have my nice warm bath now.