Dreaming of Our Claw Foot Tub.
I once confessed to John that I'd likely purchase a home based solely on the presence of a claw foot tub. Who's with me? When he looked at me sideways and began spewing all the rational reasons people actually purchase homes, I glazed over, laughed off my silly confession and neatly folder my claw foot dream away. Little did John know, over the years, I've secretly made hundreds of dreams into origami dove, like some patient-Buddha-folder, and now I'm letting them all free in Content. Poor John, yah me! There's something nostalgic and sweet about a claw foot tub that makes even the simplest of bathrooms feel glamorous. I imagine myself after a long day of being awesome, in my beautiful claw foot tub (...relax this is a PG blog), hair up in a towel, quietly (no kids yet...) sipping a glass of rosé, penning my memoirs in a leather bound journal. At least, that's what I thought my claw foot dream looked like until John reminded me that it was h...