Bathing Beauties

Rarely is a bath had in our home without this little blond doll as a companion.

Sneaky as any of us privacy and relaxation seekers might try to be, when she hears the sounds of water flowing she disrobes and cheerfully climbs in to join the splashing fun-- without the slightest notion that she might not be invited.

I will admit that when I chose this enormous white cast iron sink and positioned it in front of the large window that looks out over the fields and our neighboring horse friends,

it was mostly this little scene--the bathing of babes-- that I was envisioning. (Not mounds of dishes...which it what it usually contains).

It does this mother's heart good to spend an evening in the kitchen making little bottoms clean and then wrapping them in warm towels from the dryer before tucking them into fresh white nightgowns and sheets.

These are the sorts of things that my dreams are made of.


you?