Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “clean/dirty.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!
I was never a mucky kid, always washed my hands after using the loo or before a meal, and hated wearing a dirty frock or tee shirt. Not for me picking up the chicken wing or leg with my fingers and pulling the meat off, getting grease all over my face and down my chin.
In later life, it’s now a case of not minding getting dirty as long as I had the means to clean up. I hate feeling stale, sweaty, grubby or smelly so the current heat does not help one iota!
Before I got married, Sunday was bath day, one luxurious soak in the morning with a good book and the radio until the water cooled. Bubbles were a plus and although bath cube residue left a ring, my skin was always soft. Washing my hair was a case of lying back and letting it float behind me under the surface, but no bath additions then as it stripped my crowning glory of its natural oils. I remember once using washing up liquid instead of shampoo and my hair was dull and lifeless for weeks until it had recovered after using one of the top quality shampoos each time afterwards.
Fast forward to showers, and standing under the steaming jets aimed at my aching back and then getting out to dab myself dry with a lovely clean fluffy towel.
Sometimes it’s worth getting dirty for the simple pleasure of getting clean afterwards. Even better if you’ve got someone to scrub your back !