Into the Gloss recently published an article about Emma Watson’s makeup and body care preferences. Normally, this stuff doesn’t interest me, but I have a soft spot for Watson, so I read. In case you thought you couldn’t love her more, get this: the woman tries to use fair trade, organic products from companies that contribute something to the world. She admits to not being perfect at it, of course, but that she puts in a little extra effort. As someone who has consciously been buying cruelty-free cosmetics for many years, this was an absolute pleasure to read. But my favourite part of the article, was this:
“I have a bath every single day of my life. And if I can have two or three—amazing. Nothing terrible is going to happen in the bath, so I always find time for that. I’ll take phone conversations in the bath, anything.”
I have taken baths for as long as I can remember. Growing up, my mom always had baths to unwind before going to bed, and I inherited the idea that the cure for a long day, a sore body, an unquiet mind, was a bath. Up until university, I never saw it as something uncommon, until I mentioned it to a friend and she asked how I could possibly find laying in my own filth relaxing or enjoyable. Filth?! I was shocked. But I learned more and more that her opinion was shared by quite a few people. It shocked me that something that is vital to my own sanity could be seen as “dirty”. But – to each their own!
If I’ve had an absolutely awful day, you can find me in the tub, pulling out all the stops: lights off, candles on, epsom salts, bubbles, Norah Jones’ “The Long Day Is Over” on repeat. On a relaxing self-care night, it will be a book, a glass of red wine and some moisturizing bath milk. On the average night, it’s a book and bubbles. Not to mention that it helps me sleep like a baby most of the time. Pruney fingers don’t deter me. I’ll stay in the tub and read for an hour, starting with hot water, letting it cool slightly, then adding another bit of hot water again.
A usual sign off on the phone with my mom is “Alright, I’m going to go hop in the bath! Talk to you tomorrow!” When my brother went to university, her and my dad decided to renovate the house and one of the first stops – a bigger bathroom with a huge soaker tub. Every time I visit for the weekend, I take at least one bath and feel like I’m at a spa. One of my closest friends and her fiance bought a house last year and had to renovate on a very tight budget. They each got to pick one thing for themselves to have put into the house. She chose a 6 foot tub. It is amazing. I daydream about the day I can get a nice big tub of my own. When I was young, we lived in an old farmhouse for four years. We had a claw-foot tub – one of the most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen. Sadly, we also had a cistern and very little hot water.
I’m one of those people who is always cold. In the winter, I can feel it down to my bones. Even as I write this, I’m feeling a little chilly and already looking forward to 8pm tonight, because this is exactly where I’ll be.
I’d love to hear if you’re a bath person or not, and if you read in the tub! Until next time.