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ladysprite) wrote2004-05-10 11:30 pm
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Feeding My Habit
I will never understand the girly addiction to scented, colored, mostly-useless but frilly and cute bath supplies. Of course, this doesn't stop me from indulging in this addiction, on a fairly regular basis. I just can't explain why I do it.
In part, I suppose, it's because I'm a second generation addict, and my mother is a severe enabler. I can't visit her without being sent home with another bottle of Raspberry Mango Cocoa Butter Shower Gel, or whatever that month's official Bath and Body Works fragrance is. Of course, this means that I accumulate the stuff much faster than I can use it, and the cabinet under my sink is now a piled mess of cleansers and moisturizers and powders and lotions and potions and masques, which I'm fairly certain intimidates the living daylights out of my fiance when he needs to fish through it all to find the one bottle of tile scrubber hidden in the middle.
I can't let her take full responsibility, though. Even without her generous encouragement, I still wind up lured into the stores by myself from time to time, and usually wind up buying yet more glop that will never be used. I've been doing well, recently. I haven't actually bought anything for myself in months upon months. And then the evil, bad, wicked temptress
cadhla started rhapsodizing about Lush, and I just had to look at their website to see what she was talking about. And then it turns out they have a store right here in Boston. And gosh, it was such a sunny day that a walk seemed like a good idea. I wasn't actually going to buy, just.... investigate.
And now I have a bright pink bag full of bright shiny girly-smelling strange things that go fizz in the bath. I have bubbles, and bath scents, and coconut soap. I have a catalog, and I believe I have a new focus for my addiction. And while I'm mildly ashamed of myself, the tiny part of my head that still loves all things pink and sweet is doing the Girly Dance of Joy and trying to tweak my schedule for Maximum Bath Appreciation. And I still don't quite understand it.
In part, I suppose, it's because I'm a second generation addict, and my mother is a severe enabler. I can't visit her without being sent home with another bottle of Raspberry Mango Cocoa Butter Shower Gel, or whatever that month's official Bath and Body Works fragrance is. Of course, this means that I accumulate the stuff much faster than I can use it, and the cabinet under my sink is now a piled mess of cleansers and moisturizers and powders and lotions and potions and masques, which I'm fairly certain intimidates the living daylights out of my fiance when he needs to fish through it all to find the one bottle of tile scrubber hidden in the middle.
I can't let her take full responsibility, though. Even without her generous encouragement, I still wind up lured into the stores by myself from time to time, and usually wind up buying yet more glop that will never be used. I've been doing well, recently. I haven't actually bought anything for myself in months upon months. And then the evil, bad, wicked temptress
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And now I have a bright pink bag full of bright shiny girly-smelling strange things that go fizz in the bath. I have bubbles, and bath scents, and coconut soap. I have a catalog, and I believe I have a new focus for my addiction. And while I'm mildly ashamed of myself, the tiny part of my head that still loves all things pink and sweet is doing the Girly Dance of Joy and trying to tweak my schedule for Maximum Bath Appreciation. And I still don't quite understand it.
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Plus, having an actual store means I can see and smell the stuff before I buy it....
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Try Temptation before it goes away, if you like apples.
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My Generation
I think you are in that generation, or close. I'm near the end of his GenX definition. This way, you can fully blame your addiction on your generation. Glad to provide the goat for scaping!
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There are bath type thingys piling up in my (very generous) bathroom closet, just waiting for me to a) move or b) go on holiday somewhere with a big-ass tub.
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OK, now I know why I have a savings account!
*goes to empty said savings account*
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And those fizzy bath bombs are the best! I like the citrusy soaps, the pineapple, the sandalwood, the lemon grass... and that seaweed-and-blue stuff.
Last year a bunch of us pooled our money and got $200 CDN worth of LUSH products for the wedding of our two dear friends. They're still going through it all.