There are certain types of shops that I’m not allowed to enter unsupervised. Bookstores, of course – I have absolutely no resistance to shiny new books, despite the fact that I’ve got a year’s worth of unread tomes already in the house… and I read 150 books a year.
Bath and Body Works is the other. That place is my kryptonite.
When I walk into a Bath and Body Works, it’s like time slows down. I drift from display to display, overwhelmed by the soft glow of light shining through a rainbow assortment of shower gels. And the scents… Lime and orange and cherry blossoms and pumpkin… Without Tech Support to drag me away, I could (and have) spend an hour unscrewing the tops off of bottles and inhaling a world of possibilities.
I swear there’s some kind of mind-altering substance infused into their products, because the moment I start sniffing, I completely forget:
a) how many gels and lotions and scrubs are already in my house
b) that I’m the only one who uses them, and it therefore takes about 8 months to make it through an entire bottle
c) that it doesn’t matter if I miss THIS sale, because there will be another one tomorrow.
Is there some kind of support group for this? Or is it like book clubs, which are basically just a room full of people enabling each other’s addiction? I don’t know, but in the meantime, I may have to resort to the time-honoured method of putting a bag over my head and going “la la la la la” every time I walk past the storefront…
Are you a Bath and Body Works addict, too? If not, what’s your kryptonite? Maybe we can find a way to resist together!
The Fox Talk launch yesterday was a big success! I’ll be posting photos on my Facebook profile, including some snaps of the totally fantastic bone and paw-print shaped cookies. If we’re not already friends, send me a request using the link at the bottom of the page – I’d love to connect!