In this post of two years ago, I wrote about traveling with my mother in Italy, followed by a violet scent so strong it sometimes made our eyes water. I loved violet before that trip, but I love it even more now.
And I found a violet bath bomb at Lush a while ago and I'm using it tonight (I can't find it now on the site, but I see a violet shampoo that I must get). I feel a bit off, rundown, as if I'm fighting something off. I've been very good at battling away the crud that everyone else has, and I got my flu shot a few weeks ago, and I'll be fine tomorrow, but tonight I'm just not feeling as well as I'd like. So I just ran a bath and held the bomb under the running water (feeling it fizz apart in your hands is one of the best parts about a Lush bath — I got a bag'o'products from Lala for Christmas, so tonight instead of chopping the bomb in half as my cheap ass usually does, I used the whole violet wonderful thing). I'm going to take my new Kindle (also from Lala, and I LOVE IT — so fast! so light!) with me in its fancy bath-cover (also known as a gallon zip-lock bag) and soak away this cruddy feeling.
We're heading for 2011, and it's going to be good, as most things involving anything with eleven are. It's my favorite number, and I can't wait for an amazing year. But tonight I'm going to sink into bubbles and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist.
(And this post, as so many do, reminds me how lucky I am: I am able to relax, to run hot water, to rest, in a place where I am at home. That is incredibly lucky, really.)
Suddenly, I feel just fine.
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