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Lush Life
I've not been around a whole lot on LJ this week -- I think I'm still adjusting to Daylight Savings (or is it Standard now) Time. So although my energy level has been good, it's still been a couple days straight when I get home, shufflearound trying to watch a little TV (the universe is not cooperating and is sending me all kinds of TV shows that people are watching and discussing -- I still haven't watched 24, for instance, or last week's Joan of Arcadia) try to write just a little (I'm now on page 218, BTW) and suddenly find myself on the far side of midnight, like now.
But I did want to mention that I finally managed to get over to Lush today, after I checked the damn address and discovered that instead of being at the far end of Newbury Street from me, it was right around the corner from the Copley Square T -- and my office overlooks Copley Square, so you can see how close it actually was.
I just don't go over to actual Newbury Street much, it's infested with over-priced shops filled with stuff that won't fit me for prices I would never pay, with rare exceptions.
It was also a decently nice day, just under 60, and although there was a stiff wind, it sent fluffy clouds scudding through a blue sky, so it was reasonably nice to go walking over there -- and start smelling the damn store a half-block away.
Lush has all sorts of soaps and shampoos and 'bath bombs' and other wonderfully scented products, made from their own formulas. I can't imagine working in that store, it would be the smell equivalent of working a jackhammer for a living -- only instead of going deaf, you'd lose the ability to distinguish scents through sheer over-saturation.
I immediately went into a 'product coma' when I got inside the door. The products are arranged on shelves and in cute pyramids on tables. The packaging is endearingly primitive -- for instance the soaps are often irregularly squarish chunks, wrapped up in paper, and lotions come in little paper buckets like you'd use for hot take-out soup.
(I don't do baths, so no bath bombs. The most intriguing product, which I did not buy, was liquid soaps that come in these interlocked plastic "pods" that you're supposed to put in your freezer to freeze up. When it comes time to take your shower, you cut one out of the plastic wrapper and take it into the shower with you to rub over your body. Sounds nice in theory, but in execution: bbbrrrrrr, and also, you can't defrost the rest of the pods after you start cutting them open, because they open up one into the other, so the whole thing will leak in time....)
When I came to -- er, brought my purchases up to the register, I got some scalp conditioning goo that you put on your scalp 15 minutes before you shower, some tea tree-based toner, and some lip balm that I can keep in my desk at work. I feel like I was lucky to escape with so little....
But I did want to mention that I finally managed to get over to Lush today, after I checked the damn address and discovered that instead of being at the far end of Newbury Street from me, it was right around the corner from the Copley Square T -- and my office overlooks Copley Square, so you can see how close it actually was.
I just don't go over to actual Newbury Street much, it's infested with over-priced shops filled with stuff that won't fit me for prices I would never pay, with rare exceptions.
It was also a decently nice day, just under 60, and although there was a stiff wind, it sent fluffy clouds scudding through a blue sky, so it was reasonably nice to go walking over there -- and start smelling the damn store a half-block away.
Lush has all sorts of soaps and shampoos and 'bath bombs' and other wonderfully scented products, made from their own formulas. I can't imagine working in that store, it would be the smell equivalent of working a jackhammer for a living -- only instead of going deaf, you'd lose the ability to distinguish scents through sheer over-saturation.
I immediately went into a 'product coma' when I got inside the door. The products are arranged on shelves and in cute pyramids on tables. The packaging is endearingly primitive -- for instance the soaps are often irregularly squarish chunks, wrapped up in paper, and lotions come in little paper buckets like you'd use for hot take-out soup.
(I don't do baths, so no bath bombs. The most intriguing product, which I did not buy, was liquid soaps that come in these interlocked plastic "pods" that you're supposed to put in your freezer to freeze up. When it comes time to take your shower, you cut one out of the plastic wrapper and take it into the shower with you to rub over your body. Sounds nice in theory, but in execution: bbbrrrrrr, and also, you can't defrost the rest of the pods after you start cutting them open, because they open up one into the other, so the whole thing will leak in time....)
When I came to -- er, brought my purchases up to the register, I got some scalp conditioning goo that you put on your scalp 15 minutes before you shower, some tea tree-based toner, and some lip balm that I can keep in my desk at work. I feel like I was lucky to escape with so little....