WDDD (Winnie Does Drugstore Diaries)

Meet my new favorite shampoo: Lush Squeaky Green Solid Shampoo. This shouldn't have turned out well: I was in the Lush store, where everything smelled so good but was so expensive that I lost my mind and was thinking hard about an impulse buy of $20 shower gel. Then I saw the shampoo bars, the first cheapest thing I saw, and bought two. Really, I lucked out with this one. Purchases made this way don't usually turn out well so I was pretty worried about this "solid shampoo" thing.

My hair is really fine and tends to go limp by the end of the day, so I rely heavily on volume-promoting shampoo and conditioner. AND I've been trying to shampoo less cuz I've been reading things to the effect that daily shampooing is unnatural, strips your hair, wastes money, takes time, etc. So a shampoo bar looked like a good fix.

WELL. This made my hair really shiny and fluffy (fluffy is a good thing where my hair is concerned) all day, smelled good, lathered well, and was fun to use. I can't wait to try number two! Lush solid shampoo gets an 8.9/10.0

Drugstore Diaries: Liza's room edition

So I spent some time with my mom and sister last night. Well, first, know this:

My family are some of the worst regifters in the world. My mom would send me "care packages" at summer camp filled with the contents of whatever drawer she was cleaning out (half-empty packs of chewing gum, last year's troll dolls, old issues of Disney Adventures); I can count on getting at least one Harris-Teeter VIC gift every Christmas (this year it was a wok set) and so last night I was at my mom's house, hanging with my sister who's in town for spring break.

She had a basket full of gifts for her sorority little, and that basket included a makeup case from 5 birthdays ago, all the Christmas presents I'd given Liza this year, unopened; a bent-up copy of The Lovely Bones, a Barbie CD-ROM, and a partially-used container of Queen Helene's Cocoa Butter (to the right). Pathetic.

But I've always been a big fan of Queen Helene's line, from the cocoa butter creme to the mint julep mask, so I helped myself to a little cocoa butter. Within 30 seconds, my hands had been transformed from dry, uncomfortable winter mitts to smooth and youthfully glowing.

After I put away the cocoa butter (in my purse) (I doubt her little will miss it), I saw the tackiest-looking bottle of tanning lotion I've ever seen.

I have problems with tanning, and especially the redneck sorority culture that makes my sister look like an oompa loompa when she's going through a heavy tanning phase. So, to my complete shock and amazement, I saw on the bottom of this bottle (pictured at left) (yeah, seriously!!) that this costs $74.00!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Smells nasty, looks nastier, and I wish I could read you the text on the back. It's like poetry. (Redneck poetry, lots of ellipses).

After that, there's not much to report on besides caked-up mascara and some old Freesia-scented soap in her bathroom. Awesome.