Ok, so I clearly need new soaps. So when the roomie announced she needed to go to SoHo to visit the Genius Bar at Chez Steve Jobs I tagged along. I needed shoes for the Shining Stars event tomorrow night and SoHo is ALWAYS fun. Of course, after the Great Bidet Disaster and my realization that I need to cease being the world's crappiest blogger and actually write some blogs, I needed inspiration. And what is more inspirational than Lush?
Ok, so maybe buying from awesome Etsians...but Lush has some things that Etsy doesn't. For example, hipster sales girls who don't judge me for my soap obsession (and who get extra points for being A-DOR-ABLE) and that smell. You know the one. Tourists complain about it and it gives you total headache after 5 minutes but it is still incredibly.
Plus, being the day after VD, I knew something would be on sale.
Well, miracle of miracles, I only spent $22. This has a bunch to do with the fact that I already own just about everything, but I was pleased with myself nonetheless.
Here is what I got!
It's red. It sparkles. It's small. And it smells like Sex Bomb.
Tom Jones once said, when referring to a Sex Bomb: Now you found the secret code I use to wash away my lonely blues. So I can't deny or lie cause you're the only one to make me fly.
And who I am I to argue with Tom Jones?
Second, I bought B Electro...this is some limited edition madness with which I am now COMPLETELY obsessed. It smells like flowers (such as jasmine and rose) mated with things that make you want to wake up in the morning (aka fennel and grapefruit) and had a bastard love child that neither wants to claim but will one day take over the world. One sniff made me want to go to the gym. Appropriate gym soap is hard to find but this one is perfect. Here is what it looks like:
Kinda like the green goo under the streets of Gotham City in Batman. But you get the point. Love Love Love it.
Tomorrow I have to feel sexy, which means soap with some Jasmine (hmmmm....Love Soap?) followed by Bulgari. Bulgari allows me to convince myself briefly that I look like Elizabeth Taylor in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Which, I don't. And never will.
But I digress.
Soap reviews later.