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 !
I cannot exist without my daily shower.
Too many dry my skin out, but it’s nice to have the option of a good soak.
Definitely!
Love a good soak… Sunday evening with my book is my soak slot!
Funny how as a teenager it was always Sunday morning apart from the night before my wedding in1977 when I pulled out all the stops for a pampering session! I do remember the simple pleasure of a hot bath with oodles of bubbles in a hotel for our joint 25th anniversary and my 60th birthday. Bliss, pruny pink, strawberries and chocolate, and watching telly in bed!
It’s the little comforts in life!
I love a bath, but hardly git a chance to savour one, what with mum and wife duties, nevermind work… So this year I promised Myself that Sunday would be my evening. And I’ve done it! If for any reason I couldn’t on a Sunday, I had it in a different day.
The all importance of ‘Me Time’ Ritu. As a working wife and Mum you have to have some time set aside for yourself, even better when the family is downstairs and can answer the phone or the door just as you begin to relax in a sea of froth!!!
Yea. Perfect!!! 😍
Steamy shower on a frosty morning. A bubbly piping hot bath before bed. Sometimes I cry under the jets of water; for the people who have no chance of experiencing these things. We too easily forget the countries in drout, without plumbing or an opportunity to feel truly clean. Your post/response reminded me how fortunate we are. Great job keep writing.
Thanks Ellen. Thanks for the follow! Welcome to pensitivity101.
Although we had a shower on the boat, we never used it and instead relied on the facilities available at the marina for showers/hair washes etc. On long trips though it was great to give each other a cooling rub down at the sink!
I was shocked that we seem to have somehow become unfollowers. Corrected now, I thought people had got fed up of my writing but it seems WP just lost lots of my bloggers in an upgrade. X we motorhome and use site facilities where ever we can too.
I thought you were following me, so was surprised to see you there. Seems a lot of people are finding this. Glad to have you back!
Ditto.
Just checked your site and I’m down as following, though I seem to have missed two posts! aarrgh!!!
No problem at least you are still with me. X
Yay!
A soak in the tub sounds wonderful. I have not done that in ages in favor of showers. Time for a bubble bath.
I so enjoyed the one I had for our anniversary and my 60th. I had to blindfold the rubber duck!
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