My Cozy Corner

It is hard to chose one cozy corner in my home. I am such a creature of man-made comforts that I end up creating many little nooks for myself.

But, if I had to chose one that means the most to me I would choose my bath. In the most perfect place, situated at the very back of my flat so I can pretend I am not even home.

Sundays are bath days. Though, this divine day of rest is a reward, not a right. For me, Sundays are both the last and first days of the week. The morning is for finishing and the afternoon is for starting. In-between is the ultra long ritual washing. But I'm no saint, as my bath time is also the perfect time for indulging in other vices when I have earned them.

First, it must have bubbles. You think this is childish (well, I cannot find an adult product for bubble baths) but I get sick and tired of judging my body. This is an hour of no judging! And there is always an extra choice of Epsom salts or essential oils for the whole body experience in aromatherapy. Anything promoted as uplifting, soothing, and a bit of tender, loving care for the body, I have bought it.

In winter, there must be a glass of Ninth Island Pinot Noir (keep the bottle near!), or an icy cold James Boag's to quench a summer appetite.

After exfoliating, shaving, and washing, a bath is where I read or journal

The bath is where I bawled my eyes out over my loaned copy of Girl, Woman, Other by Bernardine Evaristo. And laughed out loud to the audiobook, Heads will Roll, by Kate McKinnon and Emily Lynne .

This is where I sing Lilly Allen's F- You song while practicing the radical acceptance taught by self help books.

The bath is where I journal the week I am already done with.

And I journaled the beginnings of a world wide pandemic. Here, I wrote letters to friends telling them I'm available for support. I'm very proud of myself. Not for being a good person but for managing to do all that without getting the paper wet. I don't like typing on any of devices near water. I have learned my lesson.

When I finally emerge, I wrap myself up in the plushest of towels. In winter, I will leave the towel a little too close to the heater so I have a warm towel to wrap myself up in.

I had a friend who loved baths as much as I do. Only people outside our friendship find it weird that she would visit just to take an hour long bath at my place. If you think I am over indulgent then you have not yet met this woman. She would shower first so she did not get in a bath dirty. Today, we are no longer friends. Not because of her weird bath habits, but because she had been stealing my hand towels.

By the way, fingers and toes wrinkle due to dehydration. It is also an evolutionary trait to help us pick things up in water. If your mum told you it was because it was time to get out, she is a liar. You are allowed to stay in the bath as long as you are able to.

You know, as living spaces become smaller in the largest of our cities and baths are substituted for walk-in showers. I can visualize an entrepreneur setting up a public bathhouse, not like the roman baths, the kind we see in old westerns for 5 cents each. Though, I would pay so much more!

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