It's been one of those weeks. I need an escape. Something like a long warm bath in a clawfoot tub. The one above would be nice and pretty. But today I'm thinking along the lines of my grandmother Beatrice's tub. Maybe more like this.
When visiting grandmother's county cottage, this little city girl would run through the yard, pick flowers, play in the dirt and dance on the clapboard porch until I was exhausted. Then my sweet grandmother would "draw up" my bathwater in her big clawfoot tub.