Let's take a bath:

While I was in Bris-vegas recently visiting my exceptional friend Keir (whose Blog Keir73 you really ought to check out, he has such a way with words) I had the extreme pleasure of visiting the Lush store in the city. Lush, for those of you not in the know, is an all natural, hand-made line of cosmetics and the likes that are, as the name implies, luscious. Now while Keir was initially stunned by the smell that emanates from the store (it is quite literally like being punched up each nostril with fifty bouquets of different flowers every ten seconds), I was eager to purchase some of their bath-ballistics for presents for my mum, sister, and housemate Mags. And of course for myself.

Now I know that in places like Canberra (where I live) that the act of taking a bath has reached all new levels of decadence on account of the whole "Global Warming" phenomena which everyone seems to be very worried about; but I heard on the radio recently that because we have all been so diligent in our water saving habits, that for the rest of November the ACT government has decided to let us wash our cars, houses and driveways etc. Well. While I do not have a car or a driveway to wash as such, and the idea of washing my house makes me laugh, I decided to make the most of this little reward by washing myself. With the inclusion of the Lush bath ballistic pictured above, called a Jingle Spells.

The description on the bag reads as follows: "Refreshing, detoxifying Yuletide herbal bath for the day after a Christmas Party. Drop into a warm bath to release the fizz and fragrance." This sounds simple enough, and I must say that the smell coming off the ballistic itself was so intoxicating and delicious that I was very tempted to just drop it in a glass and to drink it down like a giant, purple Berocca. Needless to say I didn't, and I popped it into the bath in order to have a good long soak.

Well, it was not what I was expecting to say the least. A day or two earlier Mags had used her Big Blue bath ballistic and not only had the fresh, ocean-y smell wafted its way through most of our flat, the water had turned an amazingly deep blue colour and an explosion of kelp pieces had issued forth from its centre. The Jingle Spells was quite a dud-act by comparison. After a decent amount of time fizzing away the water had become a fairly weak mauve colour, the scent had all but evaporated and while a plethora of small, metallic glitter stars had burst forth from the ballistics's womb: they proved to be somewhat of a danger. Putting one's head under the water encouraged the stars to seek out sensitive areas such as the eyes and ears.

I soaked for a good hour in the Jingle Spells mixture, and while the actual act of soaking was luxurious in itself, it was not drastically aided by the Jingle Spells ballistic in any way. And there are still hundreds of glitter stars in the bottom of my tub. Now, this was not a great ballistic, but that does not mean I was turned off the Lush collection by any means. In fact, quite the opposite. I'm now determined to have a great bath (seeings as I have the bloody thing) on a regular basis. And this will no doubt be made easier by the discovery that Lush has a online ordering system!

So stay tuned my lovely readers, because in the future I will be testing:
Christmas Party
Honey Bee
Supernova
Youki-Hi
Christmas Kisses
Ruby Red Slippers
and The Witches ball.
And I'm doing it all for you.

Xx