When I was about 8 years old, my grandparents took my siblings and me to Springfield, Illinois, to visit the historic home of the famed Abraham Lincoln. And while I remember what I wore that day (fluorescent pink Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt with my black stone-washed jean shorts and Keds) and what we had for lunch (Hardee’s), the only thing I can recall about his house was the bed he shared with his wife. It was relatively normal looking, even if a bit smallish for modern American standards, but what has clung to my memory after all of these years is the tour guide telling me that Honest Abe had to sleep diagonally across the bed due to his height to keep his keep from hanging off the end. The shock of it! Being forced to recline at an angle for your entire adult life simply because you couldn’t find a bed long enough to fit your stature. As a kid, the thought of making such a concession seemed ridiculous. Apparently, it was a very educational family field trip.
And one that has stayed buried in my subconscious for quite awhile, until this evening when I decided to take a bath – one of my favorite things – in our urban-centric bathtub. Somehow, in our 300 odd square feet of living space, the builder was able to squeeze a bathtub into our apartment. One of my favorite features! Although I always seem to forget that in order to fit in any kind of “relaxing” pose, I have to bend myself into a Z. Literally. Because it is what you would call a 3/4 tub. I am finally starting to see the benefit of all those years of yoga… it has all been so I can take a soak, Abe-style.
But one day, I will have a bathroom like this…
… and it will be amazing. Pruning fingers and all.
{Image courtesy of All Things Soft and Beautiful}
Oh the things you remember…and I love, love the bathroom!!