Monday, June 22, 2009

My sweet vanillas

I know I'm not the only one... In my bathroom drawers, underneath the makeup and replacement razors lies a tiny little army, my favorite kind. A multitude of colors, feels like Christmas every time I see them there. When I reach for one and disturb the grandiose flow of it all, I replace it in a heartbeat, restoring the magic as it was...a new flavor added to my collection, that my lips cannot go without.

For a long time, I've been questioned for my chapstick love. I carry them with me everywhere as if without them, Armageddon might fall. Every hour gets a new coating and a new set of complaints from my boyfriend. But alas, I know there is no harm with this innocent but longstanding love. It simply moisturizes my lips, no damage at all. Stopping use altogether would leave my lips crying for a few weeks, yes I'd imagine, but they'd revert back to healing themselves. However, I can't stop my addiction to chapstick as it makes me smile. I love finding new scents and colors and trying them all out.

How many of you have succumbed to the love of the balm? And how many have dealt with others insisting you must end the strange behavior because somehow and for some reason, whatever they don't do is what you mustn't at all?