This weekend, a friend used my bathroom while she was over at my house. My bathroom's distinguishing feature, aside from the hypnotic toilet seat, is my vast array of products. Shampoos, soaps, body washes, scrubs, bath salts, masks, face washes...I have at least 2 of each type of hair and skin product you can imagine. I love stuff like that (which is kind of ironic since I have incredibly sensitive skin and am probably allergic to a third the stuff in there, but I suppose that's just one manifestation of my masochistic streak). It borders on a sickness, and it's not very good for my wallet, but there are worse things. Anyway, my friend promptly declared me Product Queen. "I thought I had a collection, but my god!" she exclaimed. It actually made me feel kind of...proud. (Is that sad?)
A few weeks ago I discovered Lush. Lush Lush Lush. I've known about them for years, they've had a Boston store for a while now, but somehow I never went. Maybe, deep down, I knew it would only stoke the fires of my already consuming product lust. Maybe that's why I held out for so long. (Well, or maybe I'm just lazy and never get over to Newbury St. One or the other.) The sales girls there are like freaking evangelists, and they make me want to buy everything in the store. And everything I've tried so far is fantastic. I've gained fizzy baths and smoother, nicer-smelling skin; they've gained a good chunk of my money and a loyal customer. Especially if they keep giving me free samples. Which they will because, if they're worth their salt, they can see a product whore...er, queen coming from a mile away.
I think the text message I sent to Chris after my trip there tonight says it best: "Lush OWNS me. gah."
Posted by thevieve at January 25, 2006 8:47 PMhair puck
Posted by: cromulent on January 26, 2006 12:40 PMI don't know what the hell that means, but it made me giggle.
Posted by: Vieve on January 26, 2006 12:53 PM