Making my home an invite-only spa
Spa Torres is very exclusive for humans—but rabbits are always welcome
Welcome to Spa Torres, can I take your hat?
In a recent overcaffeinated brainstorming session, I decided my home would become a spa. Fluffy towels and massive jugs of cucumber mint water in every corner of this one-bedroom apartment, a bathtub filled with warm bubbles and floating candles 24/7. Fresh flowers in my line of sight at all times. And, oh the slippers, such slippers! My bare feet would never touch the ground and I’d float through the day on a cloud.
I got really into cuticle oil, and purchased three different kinds of hand lotion to station around the house. (In lieu of a subtle scent, I found myself with cupfuls of strawberry lemonade-scented lotion on my hands.)
My vision for Spa Torres still lingers in my periphery, and sometimes when I turn a corner fast enough I can see it—the towels, folded in thirds instead of halves, the fresh peppermint leaves on my fridge shelves, the small brown bottles of essential oil I inherited from my late grandfather dotting my shelves.
Until my vision becomes reality, I have a fluffy bunny who loves pets, and a luxuriously massive rabbit who’s down for hugs. I can meditate on the dust from the traffic and the fires outside that precipitates as quietly and quickly as a midnight snowstorm. I can, and I might, massage extra lotion into my knees and onto my elbows until I smell like a lemonade stand in the middle of summer. Things don’t always look perfect, but a spa is good in any season.
But we can have a little luxury, as a treat: the luxury of a chilled glass of water, peppermint tea, a soft blanket draped across the armrest of a chair. And maybe a fountain.
Yeah, a fountain.
Today’s Prompt: What is part of your daily routine that makes you feel pampered? If you don’t have one, can you add it?