I don't know any people who can afford their own heated marble slab and bath attendants (If I did, I surely wouldn't be sitting at my computer right now. I'd be visiting them!).
The best any of us can do is fake the experience in our own bathrooms.
It does help if you have a bath tub, but even shower aficionados can enjoy Turkish-accented bathing.
If you want to spend money, here are some fabulous things to add to your bath.
Turkish Towels aka pestemals are thin towels made of silk, cotton, linen or a blend. They dry fast, they dry you off even when they are wet, and don't turn into huge, heavy, dripping messes when they get soaked. I love mine. I travel with them as they can be used as a sarong, a sheet, or a blanket. But if you are broke, your regular towels will work just fine. :)
A kese or exfoliating bath mitt is the cheapest bath luxury you will ever experience. It's my favorite way to scrub and it is better for your skin and the environment than plastic puffs. Your skin will feel as soft as a baby's when you use a kese. This is the most essential part of faking a Turkish bath on your own.
The dipping bowl adds a sense of real luxury to your bath. Just dip the bowl in the water and pour it over your head or your limbs or your body. The cascade will still your mind and soothe your body. Yes, you can use a plain ol' bowl for this. Just don't use anything glass! Broken glass is not pleasurable under any circumstances.
What do you add to your bathing routines to increase your pleasure?
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Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Monday, October 24, 2011
Why I don't need to use illegal mood-altering substances.
This is an example of a random afternoon conversation in the Charming-Mercury household.
Me, arms full of clean laundry. I shout downstairs. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be an arms dealer?"
The Charming Man in the kitchen. "No."
Pause.
The Charming Man. "Is there something you need to tell me?"
Me, standing over the bannister, holding clean sheets. "I just wonder if it would be a good career. You never run out of market. It's recession-proof. There is always new stock being developed and you don't have to pay for the R&D."
The Charming Man, being logical. "I doubt you'd like your clientele much. And you'd have to learn about guns."
Me: "Yeah, that would be far too much work. I certainly couldn't make a living off of selling pointy sticks."
Me, arms full of clean laundry. I shout downstairs. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be an arms dealer?"
The Charming Man in the kitchen. "No."
Pause.
The Charming Man. "Is there something you need to tell me?"
Me, standing over the bannister, holding clean sheets. "I just wonder if it would be a good career. You never run out of market. It's recession-proof. There is always new stock being developed and you don't have to pay for the R&D."
The Charming Man, being logical. "I doubt you'd like your clientele much. And you'd have to learn about guns."
Me: "Yeah, that would be far too much work. I certainly couldn't make a living off of selling pointy sticks."
***
But now I'm stuck wondering what kind of person goes into the arms trade? The stereotype is that of a selfish, thoughtless person. Would he or she be redeemable? What motivates them to enter this job? Why deal in the business of war at all?
And this is why I don't do drugs. I think like this all the time. :)
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