Beauty, Stores

Lush Review

Sorry about all the girly posts recently. Whenever I go through a blogging dry spell I have to find ways to inspire myself over again and sometimes that process involves writing about bath products. You know where the unfollow button is.

I rarely go into LUSH because the salespeople are obnoxious to a severe degree. Like, they will follow you around the store explaining every product they have. It’s the all-time worst. But I do love me some bath bombs so occasionally I have to sacrifice any shred of self-worth I once had and let people talk to me about essential oils and vegan soaps.

While I was there, wishing I had been born deaf, I managed to pick up two items for myself. The first one was a bath bomb called Twilight. It’s a pretty purple-pink color with stars and moons on it and a blue-colored core. I’m usually a fan of the Sex-Bomb bath bomb that’s also a purple-pink color, but it’s more ombre in shade than Twilight. What I’m trying to say is that I like purpley-pink things. Unlike Sex-Bomb though, Twilight has a center full of glitter. Yes. Most people wouldn’t buy a bath bomb with messy glitter in it, but I’m not most people. That’s actually one of the things I like about LUSH’s products. Their bombs are so unconventional–they always have a fun detail about each one.twilight

Twilight has a nice lavender scent and it releases this soothing oil into the bath which makes your skin feel silky smooth afterwards. I was kind of freaked out (in a good way) that the bomb gave off oils in the bath. Usually bath fizzes always seem so chalky and powdery. This one was different. However, I was promised that the glitter inside wouldn’t stick to me and that it would rinse down the drain with the water easily. Not so. The glitter stuck to me a little bit. I mean, it wasn’t that much. A couple pieces here and there, a lot around my neck. And you kind of have to man the bath water as it drains because the glitter will dry against the tub otherwise. But other than that, I really enjoyed it. I thought the glitter and the purple color gave my bath a real magical, intergalactic look. Afterwards I was ready to snuggle into a deep sleep.

The other product I picked out that day was a bath melt–something I’d never tried before–called You’ve Been Mangoed. Bath melts are essentially natural butters and oils in a solidified form that melt in the warm water of your bath. The only qualm I had with this product was that it had Mango in the name, yet it only smelled like lemons. Even on the website LUSH describes it as lemon scented. Why not call it, You’ve Been Lemoned? It still smelled good, and it was relaxing, but not as much as Twilight was. Bath melts are no where near as exciting as bath bombs, but it was still fun to try.479-you've-been-mangooed

Have you tried any LUSH products?

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Exercise

Note to Self: Running Stinks.

I don’t know why I insist on pretending that I’m athletic. For some reason I bought a volleyball last weekend. What am I going to do with a volleyball by myself? Nothing, that’s what. I also kind of ran a 10k last weekend. And by ran, I mean jog/walked. 10ks are really hard. They’re like, 6 miles of pure pain and wishing that things would end. I even prayed that there would be a Rapture just so I wouldn’t have to continue running.

Paul and his sister like to run. His sister recently participated in a 10k before I left for home. When I came back to Victoria, the weather was super nice and they wanted to jog around a lake that measured out to a 10k. I agreed to go with them, thinking I would just putz around and hopefully get tan. Paul told me that I should run until I felt like I was half way done with whatever amount that I wanted to run, and then turn around. He warned me that there was no way of getting back to where we parked unless I ran the whole thing or turned around. There wasn’t any shortcut. Unless I wanted to swim through the lake. No thanks.

I turned on my music and started to jog, as one does. Paul and his sister got farther and farther away until they were out of my sight. That’s when I held onto my key tightly, ya know, just in case anyone tried to rape me or anything. Keys are surprisingly great weapons. If someone attacks you, just jam it into their eyeball, or throat. That’s what I would do. Not that I’m a pro on getting raped or anything. When I was running, I played out a whole scenario in my head–someone knocking me down, me cutting up their face with my key, and then me kicking them in the head while they’re down. My parents think I should invest in some boxing classes because it seems like I need to get some aggression out. I have no idea what they’re talking about.

The good thing about using a key, is that you also have your rapist’s DNA. I’ve thought about this way too much.

A little bit into my run I saw a marker that said “6k”. I was so happy! Wow, I’m like, REALLY good at running 10ks! Maybe this is my thing. Paul and his sister will be so impressed with me! So I kept jogging. I slowed down a lot, but I kept it up. I saw the sign for “8k” and looked to my left. I could see the point where I started exactly across the lake. Hmm The lake must be longer on one side. I only have 2k left to run, it’ll be fine, I thought. At this point I was running in bursts. I would set little goals like, run to that tree, or run until this song finishes. And then I would allow myself little breaks.

I was getting super tired. Maybe 10ks weren’t for me. This course also offered a lot of obstacles. There were bikers, dogs, horses (!), horse poop, tree roots jutting out from the ground, etc. Oh and rapists, obviously. Eventually I reached a sign that said “10k”. Yes! After this last kilometer, I will be back to where I started. I decided to run without stopping. I wanted to have a strong finish! So I kept running and running and then I saw a sign that said “2k”. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. Was I trapped running around this lake for the rest of my life?! Did I take a wrong turn and end up at some other lake? My ipod was almost out of juice. This was not a good situation. My legs hurt every time I tried to make an effort to jog.

I eventually got back to where we parked. No one told me that we started at the 4k mark though. WOULD’VE BEEN SLIGHTLY HELPFUL. I figured that Paul and company would have sent out a rescue squad since I’d been gone for an hour and twenty minutes. Not a bad 10k time considering I walked a lot of it! I saw Paul and his sister walking to the car. Did I finish at the same time as them? Am I a better runner than I thought? Nope. Paul sprained his ankle trying to avoid a drain that was jutting out of the ground. When he stepped around it, his foot landed in a ditch. He hobbled the last 2k of the loop and he still beat me.

Side note: There was a race going on while we were running. Not just a normal race though, an “Ultra Race”. Competitors would run around the lake 8 times. That’s an 80k. Which converts to 49.7 miles. There’s no one that I hate more than the people that would pass me, sprinting around the lake for their 8th time.

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