Bath Product Porn

My good friend Dr. P. once noted that I have more bath products than anyone she knows, which is weird because I'm not all that girly. Or into cosmetics. And can generally be pretty good about purging. Oddly enough, my cousin K.B. who is even less girly than me has even more bath products. So now I blame genetics. A recessive gene, apparently, b/c our folks are not similarly inclined to have four kinds of lotion, three shower gels, and billions of sample size stuff under the sink at any given moment.

Tonight, I finally opened the bottle of Lollia bubble bath J.N. sent me for my birthday. It was particularly lovely because while lavender is extremely common, and lavender and vanilla is another new classic combination, this was even better - lavender and honey. The bubbles were soft and dense and lasted the whole bath. Afterwards, I washed my hair with the Kiehl's I splurged on after my recent haircut, and I am picturing my hair spread out like silky ribbons spread over my pillow when I sleep tonight. Who knew amino acid smelled so lovely? And I believe the conditioner has given me a great idea for a salad dressing...

On a tangent, I found my hairdresser on Yelp, which I find less useful the more people who join - much like Match.com. Yelp has become a competition of who can be wittier or snarkier or babble on endlessly about themselves, rather than who can actually provide a useful and succinct summary. Still, I did indeed like the hair salon, and found myself once again noting that every woman I've met named Erin is just cute as a button.