ode to a robe

Wednesday, may. 3, 2006   |   0 comments

One sad thing about the new place is that it has a terrible bath. Not only is it one of those square 70s things (the bath in my studio apartment was built in the 20s, back when they didn’t care about saving space or water, and it was deep, deep, and band-aid pink, and it lured me in for at least one long bath a day…sometimes two), but the water heater isn’t big enough to actually fill the tub. I’ve only managed to have one true bath here, and that took boiling extra water on the stove to achieve.

To console myself for the hit my bathing lifestyle is taking, I just purchased myself a cashmere robe. It’s soft and baby blue and CASHMERE, plus it has pockets, and it was only $100 on eBay (which is a lot, but usually they’re a lot-lot more), and it’s possible I may never get dressed again.

You know what else takes the sting out? Reading about Kristin’s travels across these United States. I especially love all the neat people she’s meeting along the way, these solid sorts who smile straight at the camera and build nice things. And then there’s the ozsome Wizard of Oz musem.