The Perfect Bath

I keep a scrapbook of pictures of my ideal dream house. I've been doing this for as long as I can remember.

When I was little, I told myself that they were backgrounds for my paper dolls (which they were).

When I got older and put away such childish things, I missed these imaginary trips into pictures of beautiful places.

And then I was old enough to get magazine subscriptions of my own. Then, I justified my clippings by telling myself that I was developing my taste, I was preparing the groundwork for the day I would own a home of my own.

And that might even be partially true. But mostly, I am still looking at the pictures and playing pretend.

In my perfect house, there is a small cabin in the back yard. A one room shack really. It is surrounded on at least three sides by sliding rice paper screens (or possibly something more substantial... ) It is surrounded by Japanese style gardens. Sometimes it is my art studio. Sometimes it is a separate meditation retreat. Sometimes, I imagine it looks just like this picture, and I go there sometimes, when it's raining, and sit in the warm and steamy water and watch the water trickle through the leaves.

Image from Apartment Therapy

Of course, for pure beauty of the bath, this outdoor bathroom, looking out over the ocean, would also suffice.

Image also from Apartment Therapy