Buttercupchappati Chronicles

help me Obi-Wan Kenobi

I bought this yesterday,

just because I was so entertained by the fact that a dishwashing liquid had a By Appointment to HRH warrant on it.

Blurry but true.

Boredom + me @ supermarket = trouble

I laughed all the way home.

girls on the beauty prowl

I spent a day with my bestie yesterday and we had to go on a mission of mercy for my skin which is in Tibet-recovery mode, and much as I love the place and the people, I have no real desire to look like an old weathered Tibetan lady.

So, we hit the cosmetic counters which is ALWAYS fun. I love this stuff as much as the next girl, and a day  investigating all these pots of magic is a good day. Really, what if just a few dabs of some sumptuous cream can keep us all 18 years old and gorgeous forever?

We ended up at the Lancome counter. I have not used their products for many years after a mini boycott when they fired Isabella Rossellini for being too old. Seriously, I would be happy to be half as beautiful as her at any age. But time moves on  and those with high plateau dehydration must forgive, forget and go shopping.

The mind boggles at some of these products and the sheer weight of money behind them. One of my purchases was ten years in development and has, wait for it, 110 patents pending!

And one of the sneaky pleasures for me, taking me back to my marketing days, is the spin. No longer is your face cream just anti wrinkle, it is anti aging, of course and youth recreating!  Not just firming, it is a re-positioning cream. I love it, can I re-position my face wherever I want it to be?

And will it work on my boobs, because they could certainly be re-positioned - back to where they used to be!

This is still a beautiful face!

I can't complain too much, one of the doctors in Xining thought I was 24, and was quite offended when I fell about laughing.

Good Friday? Excellent Friday!

... and a brief ponder on siege and famine in Woodend.
But back to a Fabulous Friday.

No work.

No shopping - supermarket closed, big shop yesterday = fridge well stocked.

On my second coffee and still in pj's, fire going nicely and an ALL WEEKEND BUFFY MARATHON on the tv. Oh yes, it doesn't get any better.
(And I thought I might be a good little nerd and do some study. Hah!)

Moving on. Why does my town think it will starve in 24 hours?

I see this every year at Easter, Christmas and any other time our solo supermarket closes for a day. You cannot  move in the aisles for people charging around with huge, fully loaded trolleys; shopping like the Apocalypse is upon us, and you  know, you can't run out of oven fries!

Last night was no exception. I stopped by on my way home from work to make sure we had the holy trinity in place, milk, bread, dog food, and it was madness. I saw old ladies in the melee I've never seen before in the 14 odd years I have lived in this town of less than 4000 souls.

And you know what the funny thing is, tomorrow, as soon as it re-opens on Saturday morning, they will all be back again re-stocking.

 

book buying, the 10th day of not

A parcel did arrive today from Amazon, but I stand by my claim, (that's TEN DAYS into the new year and no reckless book spending - yet!)

Those books were ordered in December so it doesn't count.

And yes I have the receipt to prove it.

Although I also have a strong suspicion that this will end badly with a lost weekend binging at Dirt Cheap Books buying things I would, and will never, read in a fit...