So today I count sixteen, yes SIXTEEN tabs open on my laptop - All essential. Okay, maybe the LUSH home page isn't essential but it seems every man and his dog are posting beautiful, sparkly LUSH Halloween and Christmas hauls and I'm just over here like, 'Hey, I don't have a bath!' and even if I did, there isn't a LUSH shop anywhere near me... Damn you LUSH and your tempting treats that I just can't have! *Sobs into hands*
I've fallen out with Finland today because since when is it not common to have a bath in your home? According to a Finnish lady I spoke to, they're all about the showers here. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't contemplated purchasing one of those old, Victorian style tubs and filling it up using a bucket and my kettle. And, I guess I'd fit right in here because I'm pretty sure Finland is like how the UK was perhaps a bazillion years ago... So, I exaggerate, but the sentiment is right. So, LUSH is being added to the long list of things I can't buy in Finland unless I order it online and wait possibly two weeks for it to be delivered, by which time I've forgotten I've ordered/probably don't want it anyway, or trek all the way over to Helsinki to visit the LUSH store that I didn't even know existed until this afternoon.
Back to the tabs, the majority of them fall under the, 'wedmin' category which at first sight, looks all lovely and exciting but it's luring you in to a false sense of security. You wont find pretty wedding dresses or flowers or even cake, no. Instead, pretty much each and every tab navigates to a page containing wedding invitations, otherwise known as the BANE OF MY LIFE. Apologies for the capital letters but I've got pent up paper hatred right now that has spanned the last (almost) twelve months. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Scott and I have spent what can only be described as an obscene amount of time, scouring the web for suitable wedding invitations. If truth be told, we hate them all. Every. last. one. The straw that broke the camel's back, (the camel being me - lovely) was the fact that we finally found one that looked promising, ordered a sample and paid seven pounds to get it shipped to Finland - otherwise known as Middle Earth or somewhere ridiculous, only to open the envelope and hate it immediately. At this rate, Scott and I are going to be sending out text message invitations and just be done with it. I honestly cannot face looking at another pocket folded, letter press, diamante studded, tangled ribbon pile of pulp again...
