I spent £17.50 on a bottle of shower gel.
No-one talked me into it, not the salesman who offered me fruit tea or pink wine and squirted us with stuff, not the guilt factor of being in a fancy shop with no intention of buying anything. Dan heavily encouraged me that is true, but I just said "why not"? I know now that a really good reason why is that it was seventeen and a half quid for soap and there need be no more reason why not, but we are where we are.
It's probably the most extreme thing I've done as part of the life audit/desire map so far. As I mentioned a while ago I wanted to work through all the toiletries that have piled up over the last little while. Well, the shower gel I was using (a gift) made me smell like an old lady. And I mean an old lady when I was little when old ladies were old, not the fun let-your-hair-down types they are now, I was one step away from buying a bottle of Tweed. So now that's bathroom cleaner, and when I have a shower I smell of almonds.
I know no bathing product is really worth that amount of money but it's had an amazing effect. The house as well as my body has undergone a little bit of a transformation since I bought it. All the little "it'll do" decisions that had started creeping in are being dealt with. Things have been put away properly, not just put away, things have been primped and straightened and I have felt amazing. Radiant.
The radiance may also have something to do with the dozen or so free samples of very nice stuff we were given along with the shower gel. I have been pampered this weekend. I even spent some more of my life audit money on some organic cotton yoga pants when we stopped off for a bit in Hebden Bridge on our way to the rugby yesterday, just for wearing around the house. I received a bit of a discount because the shop owner had a really bad hangover and she couldn't be bothered to correct her mistake on the till!
Prior to these moments of insanity I'd snapped up a few bargains. I went to the Lancashire market on Thursday for some v-pud, the black pudding stall had the largest queue in town, which made for a very happy stallholder. After that I went into "my" charity shop and bought a sheet I'd had my eye on when I was last in there. It was on the sale rail so it was only 99p. (For anyone in the area, a designer and new with tags sale starts today). On my way home I went to the craft shop where the usually silent owner was very jovial which was lovely. I spotted a sale bin and picked up a metre and a half of fabric for something or other. So a big pile of fabric for £8.74.
|the orange one's the sheet|
|close up of the grey dotty one|
Oh wow, all this and I haven't even mentioned what happened when I went to Blackpool... I have photographic evidence of that, for another post.