One month ago, Hot Latin Boy and I threw the tiniest of fetes to mark the beginning of Epiphany and among the guests was a delightful toddler whose two great passions seem to be harassing my dog and spreading pestilence.
|My sweet Dozer entertaining the wonderful (but contagious) Julieta|
It has, however, allowed me an excuse to ignore our normally conservation-minded attitudes towards utilities and partake in long, blissfully hot showers using one of the wonders of the Latin world: a steady and cheap supply donkey's milk bath products.
I've been intrigued by baths in asses' milk since the night I met Claudette Colbert.
I am sad to say it was only through a flickering screen, but like all first loves it was powerful and true. In later years I developed an affinity for her based on our mutual traits of being long on glamour and comedic timing but tragically short on space between collar and chin (Noel Coward, as I'm sure we all recall, once fumed he'd wring her neck if only she had one) but during that stolen moment cross-legged on my grandparents' oriental rug I saw a remarkable woman with remarkable hair doing the most remarkable thing I'd ever seen: bathing in a Roman pool filled entirely with milk.
|great face, no neck: it's like looking in a mirror|
Studio reports have it that the actual liquid was made with powdered milk that started to curdle under the set lights, but for a young girl whose toilette took place in the slightly less decadent environ of my grandmother's pink bathtub, it was the bathing situation against which all others paled.
|I've named the donkey "Poppy"|
Nowadays, the pre-code handmaidens aren't as much of a sell, but when I had the opportunity to try some bath products actually made with donkey's milk from Grisi, the 150 year-old Italian/Hispanic toiletry company, I couldn't very well resist.
And you know? It really is quite lovely.
At least it's a far sight better than weird royal jelly thing HLB brought home several months ago or my unfortunate attempt at transforming a bar of Zest we'd never use into a body wash with oatmeal and various offerings from my garden (however bad you think that could be, you are nowhere near the reality. HLB didn't even want to put it down the drain since he was afraid it would find its way into the ocean)
I'm sure whatever real donkey milk in it is minimal and it's just as much about the idea as the application but a bit of glamour and wish-fulfillment in an otherwise mundane task is just what the doctor (and empress) ordered. Good thing too, since Julieta will be here again next week.