I like stuff; I like expensive stuff, cheap stuff, and all the stuff priced inbetween. I horde stuff, and am a stuffaholic, unrepentant and undeterred. Something to celebrate? Shop for stuff. Something to mope about? Shop for stuff (it’s then a very important aspect of one’s well-being and is often referred to as “retail therapy”). Guess that makes me shallow. Oh well, if I’m going to be shallow, I’d like to be shallow with lots of cute shoes, gorgeous clothes, and assorted household items to comfort and nourish me.
Now I’ve learned a great deal in my many years as a stuff collector, and I’d like to take a few moments to share my shallow stuff wisdom with all of you:
1. Buy what you like, don’t listen to people telling you that impulse purchasing is bad. It’s not. What’s bad is when you get home and think about what you wish you’d bought, wiffle and waffle about it, then finally turn up back at the store to buy it, and it’s . . . (gasp, horror) gone. Or if it’s clothing or shoes, they have it . . . taunting, mocking you in the wrong size or color or both!
2. Buying stuff makes you feel good. Don’t listen to anyone telling you otherwise, it’s normal to feel happy when you’ve just bought something you like a lot; it’s equally normal for that happiness to fade. Luckily, buying more stuff is just the ticket for a return of that happy feeling.
3. If you must think of stuff getting as a bad thing (and whyever would you?), keep some perspective. There are far worse bad things to have/do. For example, you could smoke, drink too much, have wanton random sex with risky strangers, partake in illegal drugs, pop legal pills to excess, and on and on. Let’s face it, stuff getting is only mildly addicting and won’t cause cancer, HIV/AIDS, brain damage, or death by “mysterious” causes, so . . . .
4. Remember to remove all tags as soon as you get something home; don’t just stuff it in your closet or under your bed with the tags still on. This is likely to cause embarrassment at some point should you, in your haste to dress and leave the house, forget to remove all the stickers, tags, and etc. (I can hear you snickering, Tally!)
5. Ignore the Joneses. Who gives a damn what they have? It’s not a competition, after all. Get what you like, when you like it. If the Jones are smart, they’ll try to keep up with you. (couldn’t lose my shallow persona, now could I?)
Following are some pics of some of “My Favorite Things” (cue Maria from The Sound of Music, please. Or not.):
Now this first item is for Nancy who recently posted on the wonders of snow; I, too, love snow, and this Yankee candle is just divine. It smells of that crisp, clean, just snowed but a lot so that the landscape is covered smell:
As you can see, it’s called Jack Frost. Yum!
Another candle that I like (besides the marvelous Yankee Candle candles) is Glade (yes, you heard that right, Glade.) Glade is also known as “Glahd-ay” and can be purchased at Target, aka Targe-ay:
This one is Mountain Berry and is FAB for spring.
Along with this cheaper can be just as good if not better than expensive theme is my personal choice in mascara:
Yep, it’s the pink and green for me (and I don’t mean Ralph Lauren. Here.). Sure, I used that in high school. And sure I tried a zillion different ones from all sorts of cosmetics companies and in all sorts of price ranges before returning to the tried and true. No clumps. AND it actually comes off again without pulling out what’s left of my eyelashes. Well, what more can I say?
And one more cheaper than not product that I love is called Frizz Ease, but be warned, there is a wanna be product out there that looks like my fave product, and I bought it:
This is the imposter. It does not work as well at taming the horrid frizz that occurs in the humidity (and just about any other time, but I’m not admitting that here). So don’t get this one. Ever. Get the one called Frizz Ease.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had horrible finger nails: weak, thin, bendy, and just plain disasters. When I want nails in the future, there is only one product for me:
This is by O. P. I. and it works! Follow the directions on your O. P. I. Nail Envy, and you, too, can have long, healthy nails. Until you stop using it or open a door or try to peel off a label, but hey, as long as you don’t do anything with your hands, you’re golden. Actually, this stuff does work, but I just don’t care enough about my nails to use it as I should and to avoid breakage as I should. Sigh.
Speaking of O. P. I., can I just say, mmmmmmmm. Their Berry Juice lotion is to die for yummy smelling, and it’s a lovely smooth lotion that absorbs well and doesn’t make you all slimy and greasy.
They make other “flavors,” too, but this one is my all-time fave.
Okay, one last girly one. Here’s quite possibly the best hand soap in all the land:
It’s by Asquith & Somerset (who also make a quite marvelous bubble bath) and has these lovely little exfoliating beads in. It also smells of Raspberry and Melon (there are other scents, of course), and is divine!
Here’s my kitchen cow. If you squeeze his foot he sings “Hey Goodlookin'” and does a freaky little arm and leg moving dance to go along with it . . . “hey, Good Lookin’, whatcha got cookin’? How about cookin’ somethin’ up with meeeeee?”
As you can see, his little bow tie lights up, too. It’s almost impossible to be in the kitchen with my little cow singing and not do a little freaky arm and leg and butt wiggling dance of my own while I sing along. I call it singing. Others have disagreed. With vigor.
This next one is my current favorite cereal, and I really really thought I’d never grow tired
of or too old for Captain Crunch Berries, but I guess I did:
Of course, this is the jumbo box because it’s cheaper that way (see even shallow stuff addicts like to save a couple bucks). I was just chatting with Snuggles yesterday, and we discovered that we’ll both eat a bowl of cereal for dessert (afters?) sometimes. Unless “cereal” in England is “cake and ice cream” (?), I think that’s just unique enough to warrant a mention, don’t you? By the time I’ve emptied the sugar bowl on mine, though, it’s hardly “healthy” anymore. Another sigh.
A good while ago, I blogged on this magic lotion that makes sandpaper heel skin turn into baby bottom softness; a few of you said you’d get some and maybe you did. I still highly recommend it; here’s the stuff:
Now this is the “for Her” version, but I imagine you can use this to good effect if you’ve no lady lumps of your very own.
And last but not least is my daily vitamin (ahem, Tally):
This one’s for women and has iron and whatever else we need not to go too PMS-ey each month or lose our bone density or whatever the hell . . . can’t hurt, can it?
And here concludes our tour of my shallow mind and some of my favorite things . . . what are some of your fave things and why?
The first pic is of my favorite incense: it’s called Satya Natural and is FAB. I forgot to take a pic yesterday and only remembered when I lit a stick today, so that pic is off google image.