Hi. I'm Molly. And I'm an addict.
Yes, you read correctly. I have an addiction. Well, actually, I have several addictions, including New Orleans style chicory-coffee and Charles Bukowski and thesauruses and facebook stalking and wine wednesday and Food Network and mascara and The Real Housewives of Anywhere. But those addictions are not what I need to confess today. Today, I need to confess my online shopping addiction.
I love shopping online! With just a swipe of my mousepad and a couple of clacks from my keyboard, I can shop at virtually any store in the world. And in little ole Siloam Springs, America, this, my friends, is a beautiful thing. You see, I can drive to the Gap or Dillard's or Bath and Body Works in about thirty minutes, but I can't drive to American Apparel, Nordstrom, or Lush without traveling for at least four + hours. I could go to Barnes and Noble and stock up on overpriced titles and grab a chai tea latte from a non-Starbucks trained barista, but sometimes (often times), they don't have all the books I want and even with my ten to twenty percent discount I get from being a card-carrying B&N member, I can get what I want at a lesser price from Amazon. I can also get American Apparel clothing at super amazing outlet store prices and the most delectable smelling, discontinued almond hand soap that I'm in love with, shipped directly to my post office box in three to five days for FREE, without being guilted and "assisted" by annoying salespeople who work on commission! Amazon.com, you hold a piece of my heart.
Today, after I got home from work, I jumped online and ordered a couple of books that I've been absolutely yearning for in the worst way.
After making sure they were being shipped to the correct address and selecting the correct payment method (check! and check!), I headed over to lush to order a new block (or two or three) of the body soap that I discovered over spring break that I am now absolutely obsessed with.
Its called "Sultana of Soap" and besides having the most luscious scent, it makes my skin baby-butt soft and it's gentle enough to use on my awfully sensitive face! Lush describes it like this:
"Revel in Sultana’s majesty, and have a wash with the royalty of soaps. It looks like a fancy Italian dessert; a giant nougat cake topped with succulent currants and apricots. Smooth a slice of our soft decadent soap all over your body for a creamy lather and the most dazzling bergamot and olibanum scent. Your skin will be delighted and you’ll be left softer and smelling like a fancy candy shop with a touch of fruity sweetness. If you weren’t invited to the wedding, at least you can brush shoulders with royalty in the shower."
http://www.lushusa.com/Sultana-of-Soap/00609,en_US,pd.html
I clicked through a couple of solid shampoos (you've gotta try Godiva if you've got over processed hair like me), a few perfumes (which I decided against because, really, buying perfume you've never smelled is just a bad idea) and a new shower jelly (texture problem) before realizing that all I really needed was my Sultana. I went to my cart and created an account and was ready to check out. But when I went to enter my shipping address, the ugliest little notification popped up in red. "We do not currently ship to PO Boxes in the US."
Seriously, lush.com ? I could have had it shipped to my actual house, but, and I guess this is another confession, I don't even know that address (pathetic, I know).
But don't worry! As a resourceful kind of girl, I decided to call my grandma and have the soap shipped to her house. Because she knows her address. Because she's an adult. And adults know their physical addresses. Which leads me to the conclusion that, even though I find myself clever, resourceful and rather witty, I am not an adult. For some reason, this doesn't bother me too much. And I still get to have my Sultana soap. And all is right in the world!
Do yourselves a favor and go to lush.com and order you some Sultana. Order some for your mom, your sisters, your bff, and even your boyfriend, cause he'll love the way it smells, too (and I'm speaking from experience, not because I have a boyfriend, 'cause I don't, but because my friend who is a boy can't get enough of the stuff)!
Thank you for reading this confession. I feel much better now that I've shared it with the blogosphere. Now I'm off to call my grandma and, finally, place my order!
