Glitter is not dead!!!

Last Thursday's disaster with Christmas Carol still needs to be documented. Now that the glitter has all finally disappeared, but for a few bits I discover after getting out of bed, I can finally speak of the incident.

After a horrendously long changeover, I was ready to have a nice long soak in the tub and spoil myself with a reserve freebie from my Christmas orders from Lush. I love Lush. Their products are fan-freakin'-tabulous. Things are starting to get a little haywire, though. Recently, I found out that the shower gel I really really like has been discontinued. I only have a quarter of an inch left in the tiny bottle of Skinny Dip that I bought in London.

Anyway, I grabbed the innocuous-looking Christmas Carol out of the closet, and broke off her head under the running tap. Then I thought to myself, what the hell, and chucked the rest of her in, wings and all. She fizzed for a while and the water turned a light periwinkle color. The room smelled heavenly, and the water was marvelous. I simmered in the tub for ten minutes or so, reading a magazine, before the light refracting off of the surface of the water caught my eye. It was an unusual color and pattern. I noticed then that the water was completely covered in glitter, which was sinking, piece by piece, onto my body.

When I climbed out, much later, it became apparent that this was no ordinary glitter. It had invaded everywhere, and refused to come off even under the most brutal of scrubbings. Sooo ... I had dinner with the girls with a heavy coating of glitter showing on my chest, arms, neck and hairline. That's just the parts that weren't covered by clothes *sigh*

So, Lush, I love you, but we need to talk about our future. No, really. I think you're trying to sabotage our relationship, and it just makes me sad ...