Part Two: Lush-ious
Subtitle: Come on, feel my skin, you know you want to.

Next we went to Lush. If you’ve never been to Lush - please do yourself a favour and just don’t go there.

Just. Don’t. Go.*

If you happen to see the storefront while strolling the halls of your favorite mall, just take a deep breath, put your head down and walk away. I’m not kidding people.

It’s the single most addictive store I have ever visited. Ever. I think I’ve spent more on skin care since discovering that place than I have in the last ten years. I also think that they put some sort of highly addictive ingredient into their products…um - like crack. My skin has never looked better** and it’s all that good - but seriously, it ain’t cheap.

The sales girls are all so young and lovely and cute. And I can tell that they, like, really want to help me. It’s not about selling with them; they got the job because they care deeply about my skin care issues and want to help me achieve the happier and more fulfilling life that comes with radiant skin. They really do. It’s an altruistic thing, a higher calling. I felt it man, right here in my heart.

They also have this ingenious suck-you-in-didn’t-see-it-coming-till-too-late marketing plan. You buy one thing, you get three samples. Next time you visit you want to buy four things, and you get two more samples. On your next visit you’re up to six items, and it just keeps building. Before you know it, you’re hiding shopping bags from your husband and filling out an employment application so you can get the employee discount.***

I beat my last purchase record (not telling you how much, scared to confess) and left with a bag full of goodies, and a boat load full of shoppers guilt (but not true remorse…that’s something entirely different and would have involved returning something - which I have no intention of doing).

Ah hem…

Just some random picture of some obsessive Lush customer’s purchases. Not my stuff. No sireee.

*Okay - if you have to go, then check out… Not saying I bought all this stuff of course, you understand, because that would have been excessive and oh-so-wrong…I’m just making a suggestion is all.
Buffy
Mask of Magnaminty
Coal Face Soap
Tea Tree Water
Imperalis Moisturizer
Cupcake Mask - only sold in stores. Like chocolate pudding for your face.

**I still get zits. I’ll get zits till the day I die, unfortunately. However, I get far fewer now, and they are not as bad, and the rest of my skin? Like buttah.

***Not that I’m doing that, of course. And it’s not because I can’t, it’s because I’m not the least bit tempted. The thought really never crossed my mind. Am I convincing you?