Something happened last night, that never, ever happens. My husband asked me for something. Something girly.
"Do you have any cream for these flakey bits?" he queried, pointing to his cheeks.
"My moisturiser is in the bathroom. Trilogy."
"I tried that last night, it smells like nannas." [1. I knew it! It was not in its usual spot. 2. It does not smell like nannas. It smells lovely.]
"There's loads of stuff in the skincare drawer. Pick one."
"The - "
"The top drawer of the big plastic set."
"Nat...why do you have so many lip creams?"
"You know that gunky stuff that makes your lips soft."
And there, from nowhere, I was confronted with my secret addiction.
I can't stop buying lip balms. I see them, think 'Oh that's a good price, I better pick one up' and well.
In my defense, the Baby Lips were 86c. EIGHTY SIX CENTS. Not even a dollar. So I picked up a couple. I did this each time I went in Countdown. I've given away 8. Who doesn't love Mango Pie?!
It's not like I don't use lipbalm. I have 13 on the go.
Ok. Fine. My name is Natalie and I'm a lip balm addict.
But seriously, who doesn't love lip balm? From a simple "does what it says on the tin" product, to tinted, scented, even flavoured. Let's not even go there with novelty ones. Who doesn't need a Kellogg's flavoured retro-styled lipbalm? WHO?!
I think, the thing with lipbalms is, it's just so easy to pick them up. They're cheap. It's an easy way to try a new brand. How wrong can you go with one? They're rarely a bad buy.
So - any one going to join me in LA? Or am I on my own?