Two months later…

…I took a bath.  And it was magnificent.

The un-bathrom here is nearly a bathroom once more.  RW is installing our new toilet today and our new sink later this week (as soon as the new pedestal arrives, the original was warped).  I cannot tell you how grateful I am to have indoor bathroom plumbing once more.  I cannot tell you how relaxing my last two evenings have been, here in my home, after long work days in front of a fiery furnace out in my studio.  RW is the best handyman I know.  I deeply appreciate the work of his hands.

Do any of you have claw foot tubs, or old slipper tubs that you love to lounge in?  Aren’t they the most comfortable bathing situations with their deeply sloping forms and smooth porcelain?  They’re just the most romantic tubs imaginable.  I’m convinced.

Also, let me tell you, I have such an appreciation for my tub and the fact that it is enameled cast iron!  Can you imagine enameling such a huge piece of metal and firing it so perfectly?  So flawlessly?
Wowee!  I’m inspired to go BIG with my enameling.  I’m going to enamel a house! Or perhaps a petit bateau.  Which brings me to my final point, sometimes when I’m taking a bath, I pretend I’m an owl or a pussy cat out at sea in my pea green boat and the wind is whistling on the edges of the tiny sail I’ve hoisted…and over there, cast white against blue, the breeze is holding an albatross aloft.

Bubbles, lavender essential oil and Epsom salts,
The Plume