Just looking at a bath makes me calm. It's sad that I've lived without one for so long, but I'm happy to report that our new apartment in Virginia has a bathtub. It's not just any bathtub, it's one of those bigger ones that require entire bottle of bubbles, rose petals, scented candles, and a tray for my truffles and hot cocoa.
Uhh... can you tell I've missed having a bath? To me, baths aren't for getting clean; they're for relaxing, reading, eating, and pretending I'm a glam socialite with nothing to do but soften my skin while thinking about my quarter-life memoir.
Crap. Not quarter. It's third now.
Whatever. It doesn't matter because I have a balcony, a bathtub, and a hot man to share it with.
Are you a bath person?
Any bubbles/soap/bath cleaner you'd recommend?
All photos from Elle Decor. It looks like I'm obsessed with bathing in public with all those windows. I'm not. But if you've got it, flaunt it, right? I'm so kidding. That's weird. Close the blinds, people!