Guilty Pleasures

Whether it be buying exotic soaps, collecting expensive wine, or perusing used book stores for vintage comics I conjecture that we all have at least one guilty pleasure. Indulging in this pleasure might be as simple as buying a lottery ticket or as lavish as subscribing to a weekly fresh flower delivery service. Some pleasures can be fraught with frivolity and high price tags and others may be easily justifiable as they take nothing but your precious time. My hedonistic delights seem to change with the season. If you asked me a month ago I would have said shellac nail polish. A week ago--shoes. Today--Craisins. But there is one silly weakness that remains a constant in my life: my affinity towards all things sold at a drug store. What is it about drug stores that trick you into believing that you require everything on their shelves? They literally have everything--from camping gear to cough drops to cardboard cut-outs of Justin Bieber--all in one place. They display their products so conveniently, almost too conveniently to pass up, and they always have items on sale. Don't even get me started on rewards points. Incentives to shop? Yes please! I admit to often being the ideal consumer when it comes to impulse buys. My willpower was tested yet again this afternoon during a trip to the local PharmaPlus. My mission? To mail a letter. I bee-lined it to the postage section and paid for my stamp. I then thought it perfectly harmless to meander through various aisles on my way out the door. Big mistake! I came across a display of reduced price pantyhose. Ooh la la. Did I need pantyhose? I did a mental inventory count of my sock drawer and could not recall if I owned any fully intact, nude-coloured ones. I bought them. In this case I can argue that buying pantyhose was in fact a necessity, but there have been times when I have purchased lipstick, a loofah, body lotion, etc. simply for the thrill of it. I only buy things I intend on using, but one might argue that I don't necessarily need them at that exact moment. I simply want them in the moment. I am a self-proclaimed drug store hoarder and it pleases me so. What are your guilty pleasures? Please share!              
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Spectrophotometry me

Take it all in, reflect it all out, shine like a diamond from the inside-out Be a spectrum of wonderful, paint the world with your light If the best of you were a colour it'd be white. Send me yellow, send me green, purple, red, and blue Brighten up my day and my rainbow's back to you. Don't be lurking in the twilight Don't dare trick me with a wink I can see the darkness of your shadow as it creeps along the brink. Colourful is me and complimentary you are not A black hole like a vacuum, my vibrancy you sought. Wavelength upon wavelength drawn into your skin As receiver you grew darker, as a donor I grew dim. Absorbing all my energy, taking with it all my sight A tunnel with no ending, an endless fight for bright. Colour in my colour or let the colour fade to grey Eclipse me with your big black mass, who I am I cannot say Please just go away. Refract me back my indigo, diffuse into me the orange that I miss This rainbow's what I live for, my simple little bliss. I want to be a vision of brilliant luminescence I'm a diamond, where's a diamond? I'm set to sparkle in your presence.
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Presents, presents, presents!!!

My friend Katelyn put her DIY skills to the test and made me a wonderful set of tea mugs! I adore the saying on the right one. There's no better way to start your morning than to sip from wisdom's cup and I'm quite positive it will ALWAYS stay full with the amount of tea we drink in our house! 🙂 Tea Optimism
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Skinny Jeans and Fluffy Sweaters

Henry&BelleI was painstakingly shy throughout my childhood. I was always conscious about my words, my actions, and my appearance at a very young age. I remember sitting on the school bus trying not to look stupid in front of the big kids when I was 8. Before that I recall the embarrassment I felt as a 5 year old during kindergarten orientation - I hated being in front of camera and I cried through most of the ceremony. I once wore pants for most of a summer because I thought my legs were too skinny. My parents must have died laughing on the inside when I told them I wanted to go to casting calls at the age of 10. As I grew up, I became more accepting of myself and less aware of how others perceived me. I realized that everyone has more important things to worry about what I am doing in their peripheral. Regardless of this liberation, my inner voice still motivates me to stay modest. For example, it took me some courage to post this picture. Is showing my belly button a little too risque? And then I thought of something my mom used to tell me when I was being stubborn and timid. I can be bashful now, or I can look back when I'm 40 and be like, "Why didn't I show a little midriff while I had the body to do it?" My newfound confidence can be attributed to my time at the gym and posting a photo like this will propel me to keep going, so it can't be all that bad. Hence, this is my new fuzzy sweater - it sparkles and I love it! 🙂
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