Have you ever just stopped doing something for long enough in your life to realize that all you could possibly want or need is a late-night candle-lit bubble bath? Have you ever been laying on your mediocre bed, with your average pillow and your life that just barely suffices, and thought to yourself: “Life would be perfect if I smelled like bubbles and happiness.”?
Have you ever gone to sleep, dreaming of the light of candles flickering over your skin as one bubble-coated hand raises itself out of the hot, silky water to pull your lightly scented newly-washed hair out of your face?
Dude, you totally just raced off to draw a bath before reading the next sentence, didn’t you? You grabbed every ‘Lavender’, ‘Peppermint’, and ‘Bahama Mama’ candle you could find, scrabbled desperately for a lighter or a box of matches, and looked under the sink for that bubble bath mix your grandmother gave to you for your 19th birthday or bridal shower or bachelor party.
You found your plushiest stolen hotel robe and most intensive post-bath lotion and layed them lovingly out on your sink for after your heavenly soak. You might have even delved into your ‘secret’ stash of Andes mints and layed a rose on your freshly made bed with the warm, soft, downy-scented sheets and quilted blanket (again, given to you by your grandmother).
You are in for a treat tonight, dear. Everything is perfect, and nothing can ruin this moment.
You’re welcome in advance.
My experience may not have been quite that romanticized, but suffice to say, I feel like I just stepped out into the world for the first time. All of my muscles are relaxed, my legs are as smooth as the butt of a recently-born child, and I do indeed smell of bubbles and happiness.
This is the way to start August. Have a good first of the month, everyone!