Lush means love.
(This is the first of the 'Seanan catches up on her weekend' entries. For things actually relating to say, today, you're gonna have to wait a little while. Sorry about the confusion.)
Upon getting out of bed Saturday morning, I went out into the front room to discover not one, but two unexpected packages occupying my chair. Hmmmm. I adore packages; I adore them even more when they come from people I know, and aren't ticking. Both these packages were from people I know -- stakebait and zou, to be precise -- and neither one was ticking.
Glee.
I plopped down and grabbed for the exacto knife while porpentine looked tolerantly on, and sliced open the larger package (from zou). "I bet this is the shower gel!" I proclaimed. (She recently purchased a bottle of Tramp, from Lush, and discovered that she didn't like it. At which point I said 'well, you can give it to me'. She took me seriously. I love my friends.)
It was, indeed, the shower gel. It was, in fact, substantially more shower gel than I expected -- I thought for some reason that she'd purchased the small bottle, not the 'oh good gods, I could drown in this stuff' bottle. It's thick and green and oozy, and I love it. Yay, Tramp.
Shower gel secured, I did some rending of the padded envelope from my Mer, and found...a set of the new Lush bathmelts, obtained through secret means. Aaaaaall four of 'em, ready for use. They heard me squealing in Saigon. (I've already used one -- the You've Been Mango'd -- because it was the most melted of the four. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.)
My shower gel is in the bathroom, my bathmelts are in the freezer (to keep them from being deskmelts), and I am a Blonde In Bliss.
Yay.
Upon getting out of bed Saturday morning, I went out into the front room to discover not one, but two unexpected packages occupying my chair. Hmmmm. I adore packages; I adore them even more when they come from people I know, and aren't ticking. Both these packages were from people I know -- stakebait and zou, to be precise -- and neither one was ticking.
Glee.
I plopped down and grabbed for the exacto knife while porpentine looked tolerantly on, and sliced open the larger package (from zou). "I bet this is the shower gel!" I proclaimed. (She recently purchased a bottle of Tramp, from Lush, and discovered that she didn't like it. At which point I said 'well, you can give it to me'. She took me seriously. I love my friends.)
It was, indeed, the shower gel. It was, in fact, substantially more shower gel than I expected -- I thought for some reason that she'd purchased the small bottle, not the 'oh good gods, I could drown in this stuff' bottle. It's thick and green and oozy, and I love it. Yay, Tramp.
Shower gel secured, I did some rending of the padded envelope from my Mer, and found...a set of the new Lush bathmelts, obtained through secret means. Aaaaaall four of 'em, ready for use. They heard me squealing in Saigon. (I've already used one -- the You've Been Mango'd -- because it was the most melted of the four. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.)
My shower gel is in the bathroom, my bathmelts are in the freezer (to keep them from being deskmelts), and I am a Blonde In Bliss.
Yay.