Bath and Body Works is having its semi-annual sale again. These events make me crazy because 1) I can't stay away even though I swear I will, and 2) I end up buying stuff that I don't want, making at least one return trip necessary. So far, I have visited four stores. You have to shop around because they all have their own cool stuff. Everybody knows that.
This year, just to shake things up, I have ventured into a new area: wallflowers. Until now, they seemed too scary to assemble, but I figure what the hell, I'm a big girl - I can handle this. The scent holders themselves are puzzling...I can't imagine under what circumstance I would want a 5-inch anchor jutting out of my wall, or a seashell. Or a turtle. And what scents are best? By my count, there's five thousand and forty options. Baffled, I stare at them for a long time and wonder how I want our rooms to smell. Like fruit? Flowers? Cinnamon rolls? They have 'em all.
After sniffing the matching candles, I settle on three scents: Vanilla Beach Flower, Georgia Peach and Frosted Cupcake. When I get home, just for fun, I read the reviews of these room scents and promptly decide that they all suck. By relying only on my stellar instincts alone, I have chosen three of the lowest rated scents on the website.
According to reviews of long time wallflower warriors, Heirloom Pumpkin is a stunning scent with 'throw' and longevity. B-man likes the smell of pumpkin, which emboldens my decision making. Certain I have avoided a what stinks debacle, I trade the three losers in for three of the pumpkin saviors and hurry home to plug in my very own wallflower, waiting to swoon in delight.
I hate Heirloom effing Pumpkin.
More smells might be tested, but the process already has me stressed out and gearing up for an Oscar worthy anxiety attack. There's a reason I stayed away from wallflowers all these years.
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