After I moved to Sarasota in September of that year, my Lush obsession quickly faded—it was nearly impossible to get my hands on the stuff; I would have had to drive to Orlando or pay exorbitant shipping fees if I bought online. But I still loved the producs and what the company stands for—they’re passionately anti-animal testing and all of their products are vegetarian, if not vegan—and whenever I was near a store, I’d pick up a bar of soap or some other yummy-smelling bath item. I’m not a big bath-taker—I’m much more a shower girl—so using a bubble bar or bath bomb felt incredibly luxurious. I liked that.
Fast forward to a few days ago: I was at the International Mall in Tampa and while ACS attended a business meeting, I (ahem) went shopping. I got a polka dot shirt (of course) on sale at Zara; I browsed the racks at J.Crew…and then I smelled that unmistakable floral scent. Lush was nearby.
Of course, I couldn’t help myself, especially since my birthday was the next day: I walked in and headed straight for the bath bombs, wishing Hayley was with me, too. And one huge, round pink bath bomb and a floral-scented bubble bar later, I walked out of the store with a giant grin on my face. It’s the simple things, sometimes, isn’t it?