This is a post about my Saturday night date with the Pioneer Woman’s bathtub and a glass of red. But it’s also a post about Christmas.
Here’s how I tie them together: for some people, Christmas is a time of insane busyness. Running around, shopping, cooking, and doing laundry in preparation for hosting multitudes of guests may not be everyone’s idea of a relaxing time.
The holidays are great, but I’ve talked to so many people who simply get stressed.
After my post documenting the beer in the shower experiment, a number of you planted the seed of red wine in the bathtub. And this seed blossomed into a flower, which grew into a tree, which one day was cut down by a bunch of opportunistic loggers who . . . anyway, the point is, I tried it. As soon as I saw the amazing tub available to me at our room in the Lodge, I knew it was fate.
I love the simple, clean lines of the Pioneer Woman’s bathroom design. The whole room was screaming ‘PEACE AND WELL BEING!’
Except it wasn’t really screaming because that wouldn’t be very peaceful. Think of it more as a screaming whisper.
The only exception to this message of peace was the sink area, which was taken over by a ruffian band of make-up and lotion products.
Anyway, beer in the shower–it was fine. But wine in the tub–yeeeeeeesssss!
By the way, any time you see me type the word ‘yeeeeeeesssss,’ please understand I’m not just saying ‘yes’ in a cute blogging exaggerated way. I’m actually quoting Gimli from ‘The Lord of the Rings’ movie when Aragorn is like “Let’s hunt some Orc” and Gimli lets loose that ‘yeeeeeeesssss’ that could cause the walls of Jericho to fall down on their butts.
The hot water, the spicy red liquid–it’s dreamy.
So my remedy for Christmas stress is: pop into a tub with a glass of your favorite wine. Sit back. Relax. Close your eyes. Enjoy. And keep the bottle nearby for refills.
Normally during my showers I compose mental lists of things I need to get done before bedtime. I think about food. I plan what I’m going to get who for Christmas. But you know what was going through my brain during that bath at the P-Dub’s?
Nothing. Absolute Zero. It was like my mind was in a washing machine. A relaxing, spa-designed washing machine that left my brain white, sparkly, and stupid.
Stupid in the good way, of course. In the empty, Zen kind of sense.
Merry almost-Christmas everyone. Treat yourselves!
*Disclaimer: don’t drink too much! Don’t drink unless you’re not only 21 but also a responsible adult and person! No drunk in the tub/drowning experiences allowed! Please let me know if I need to write anything else to cover my butt in a legal sense. I’m sorry I said ‘butt’!