Fun fact, I never once, used this bathtub.
But Sydney and her Barbies “swam” in it, quite a bit.
Keith used it once or twice to soak sore muscles (and or poison ivy/bug bites), but for the most part, this giant bathtub collected dust.
I think it’s part of that ‘one foot out the door’ mentality I had about that house. Everything was beautiful, and we really truly loved it, but I also knew we wouldn’t stay.
A week or so before we moved out of that house, it dawned on me that I had never soaked in that tub, and maybe I should. And then my superstitions got the better of me, figuring that something was bound to happen, probably a water leak. Best not to tempt fate.
We have a new house, with a new tub. It’s a free standing tub and I plan to take full advantage of soaking in it, regularly. But I haven’t yet. And no, it’s not just collecting dust, I’m using it as a laundry basket right now. Thanks to a pup that gets into EVERYTHING.
Soon.
spaaaaahhhhhh:
