Monday, March 13, 2006

a woman possessed...

what a charmin lady (onemorehandbag)The hazy photo you can see here was not taken by some CCTV and no, I did not attempt to nonchalantly shoplift a 16-roll-pack of my favourite brand of toilet paper. TD took it with his mobile phone as he always teases me about my loo-paper-obsession. You see, I feel physical discomfort when my generous stack of blue toilet paper has dwindled down to one or two rolls. I have experienced one loo-paper-crisis (not brought on by me, I hasten to add, but by grossly negligent flatmates whose turn it was to buy it) too many in my student days to ever want to relive that panicky motorway-toilet feeling at home. Like a survivor of wartime hardship I have vowed to buy cheap sandpaper no more and let no one dictate me how much paper to stock up on. And this is also where my above-average environmental friendliness (I even tear out the little plastic windows of envelopes before I put them into the paper bin) deserts me as I cannot bring myself to buy the grey and itchy recycled variety. Anally retentive? So not me.

Lunch-break purchases: Had run out of my favourite moisturiser and therefore went to the Body Shop to get a jar of White Musk extra rich body cream. While there, I also grabbed a pack of tea trea oil facial blotting tissues and am now gloriously shine-free.

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