🍾Bubble Bath🥂 About 20 years ago, I dipped my toes into the world of bath photo shoots. Fast forward a couple of decades, now with some gray hairs and a lot more... wisdom behind me, I thought, “Why not give it another whirl?” Let me tell you, I had a blast! Champagne in hand, bubbles all around—it was like a spa day... except with a camera and, well, no spa. But getting into that bath? Oh boy. It was like a showdown between me and the tub: do I elegantly glide in, or do I embrace reality and flop like a whale? Luckily, my trusty cameraman was there to help me avoid any comedic disasters. And don’t worry, he got a proper thank-you for his heroics. 😉 We did three different bath shoots: bubbles, milk, and the clear water. The clear water one? Terrifying! No bubbles to hide behind, just me, the water, and whatever "artistic" angles we could find. Let’s just say, there’s nowhere to hide a rogue roll in clear water, but my husband, bless him, kept reminding me that I’m fabulous. Still, if there’s a bath shoot I’d ghost, it’s the clear water one. Now, the bubble bath? Oh, that was pure joy! The water pressure was a joke, so I had to pretend like I was auditioning for a job as a foam machine, splashing everywhere. By the end of it, we were both so exhausted, my husband climbed into the bath with me😉—glass of champagne in hand, because we’re classy like that😯. As for the milk bath, let’s just say Cleopatra has nothing on me! Feeling like a milk-soaked queen.