It's a Lush-ous life

Watch this space folks, as step one of my Lush Journey begins.

I went to a recruitment evening at my local Lush store tonight. I must admit I did go there thinking I was going to be the only person to turn up, but much to my surprise, the queue was already 50 strong! Im glad I joined when I did as another 100 or so people joined after me.

Everyone armed with CV's and with nervous systems a flutter, we all crammed inside the small store. I did make the comment that it must be a Tardis as it definitely didnt look that big from the outside. We all listened carefully to what was being said. The more we found out about the job itself, the more people left the store. Luckily we were left with around 80 people. We were shown three different products, and we had to make a decision on which product we wanted to demonstrate ourselves. We then had 20 minutes to prepare our little worried hearts, and then approach one of the staff members, and give our demo!

I waited til quite near the end, as I didnt fancy the thought of having an audience of more than one during my demo. I chose a 'bubble bar'. Solid bubble bath. Lucky for me I had already prepared some witty comments on the product, and even luckier that the staff member loved them! Her laughter was my ticket to step 2 of the selection process.

Now all I have to do is prepare myself for 1pm on October 1st, that's when I need to prove myself!

Keep your eyes peeled to see how I get on!

Easier to wear a wig?

Oh my hairy friggin christ, my hair is sooo uncooperative right now!

Its at that really awkward short and moppy stage where its too long to funk up with spray (it just goes flop), but at the same time its too short to tie back nicely without me looking like a 5 year old on her first day at school. Even though I enjoy taking those tight bobbles out at the end of the day (ahh, sweet loose scalp feeling!) I cant help but think that my barnet shows some resemblance to that of Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter . . . thank god I dont have those eyebrows!

Hair, you are so unhelpful!

Happy 5 year old hair- grow up!

Not long enough for victory rolls and not long enough for curls (i look like an ice cream in curls). I'm now in the stage I like to call the 'why did i cut my hair this short in the first place' stage. No resentment for the short hair, Im just annoyed that its going to take ages for it to grow back to a more manageable length. Extensions are an absolute no no! 

In fact, the only good thing its got going for itself is the colour. I went GINGER at the weekend and now I look like a lovely shiny copper pan. I love its shinyness! Someday I'll get my hair like this then i can make it look like this on fancy days, but a fiery red version!

I had a small act of defense on my fringe the other day, its was getting too long and I was struggling to even get my faux bangs to work. Now that it's shorter, I think I may be able to get them to sit nicely again. It may need another trim though, I've not yet decided.

Step no.1 in becoming a 'Big Lady*'

Eesh, I have to hunt for contents insurance. Yippee!

The past two days has seen me creating an itemised list consisting of almost every item I hold valuable in my life. Not only did I list all the items, but I had to work out how much it would cost in todays money to replace them. 

Phew, what a drag!

Next I have the added joy bonus of typing it all out and saving in an email so that I have a techy copy (cos if there's a fire I dont want my paper list getting burnt to a cinder). To add even more fun, I need to photograph my stuff too, to prove that what I say is on my list is actually the gods honest. To answer a possible question that my parents may ask, I can safely say that my goldfish bowl of sweeties is NOT included on my list, even though I hold it very dear to me.

Om nom nom!

Oh well, it's all for a good reason at the end of the day. I feel very 'adult' shopping around for insurance, goodbye fading youthfulness, hello grown up future . . . .

* By Big Lady I dont mean large, I mean grown up ;-)