Last week we went and rescued my claw foot tub from the backyard of a west Asheville
bungalow. I am jazzed about this. As many of you know, I am a bathoholic, and bathing fiend! I love to soak in a big ole tub, with a yummy book, or lay there under water talking to myself. It's therapeutic.
So imagine how seam splitting excited I am about building a Bath House near my abode! It is supposed to be a bath house, but is evolving into a sauna house with a tub. It seems easier to make a fire , than to heat water. I imagine that hopping in the old tub after a good steamy exorcising will be just dandy. I have been moving the
granite rocks from the plot, and Cheney made way for some posts with his pick axe. It was a chore for him I could see. The soils is pregnant with stone.
Anyway, this is the beginning stages of civility, as I see it.
1 comment:
That's rad, cousin.
The simple pleasures of life.
I too am a rabid bath-o-holic.
We didn't have a bath tub til we bought our Clarkdale place, so I had to make do with occasional hotel tubs during random road trips.
Your outdoor tub looks like the best thing ever.
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