a girl needs bubbles

Every once and a while — not often — I enjoy a hot bubble bath. I’m not a soaker. I don’t like to stay in the tub until my fingers and toes are prunes. I like to be there long enough to read a chapter or two and unwind.
This leads me to reason No. 947 why we need to buy a house. Our apartment tub isn’t adequate. Firstly, even though I trust my own cleaning skills, there’s something sort of weird about the fact that who-knows-how-many other bums have splashed around in our tub. Secondly, it might have the worst design I’ve ever seen. The back of the tub (opposite the faucet) is straight up and down — 90 degrees to the floor.

So, for those of you keeping track, our dream home now includes a bathroom with a clawfoot tub, a pedestal sink, modern tiles, ruffled shower curtains and stunning light fixtures. I’m nothing if not specific.

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