So I’ve been yearning to shop. You laugh, but it’s true - I’m a shopping addict. I /love/ to buy stuff. Materialism, I’m your girl. I just love things. Some people don’t, but I do. I mean, I’m not one of those people who think you can buy love or happiness, but frankly, having things /does/ make me happy. Not as happy as, say, having friends, but pretty darned happy, nonetheless. I’m terrible, I know.

Anyway, terrible old me signed up for a spell of the month club thing at Spellbound Secrets. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. So I finally did. We’ll see how it is, and if it’s not worth my $25, I’ll cancel.

Then I went on and was gonna order $50 of stuff from Terry’s Village. Like a beautiful chocolate easter egg wreath. Not real chocolate easter eggs, but just painted ones to look like it. Pretty, anyway. I need. Really.

But I got smart, and put it off for a while, and decided to go ahead and order something I’ve been wanting even longer. Essential oils from Mountain Rose Herbs. Because I’m finally gonna take the plunge into green cleaning. I got 3 to start with (smart move, since I may not like it at all) - eucalyptus, lavender, and sweet orange. I figure that’s good to start with. I want tea tree oil, but actually, I’d like to smell it, first. I hear it’s… strongly medicinal, and I may not like it. Don’t wanna spend $11 an ounce on something I won’t like to use. Where I’m gonna smell this, I don’t know…. Or maybe I’ll just order it when I’m feeling braver.

In any case, I’m collecting homemade cleaning supply recipes… and other recipes / ideas for using these oils. I got an ounce of each. Plus some honeybush tea, because I want some, and a teaball spoon dealie, because I’ll need it, having only used tea bags before. And some droppers and stuff to use with the oils. Whee.

So that’s the big news in my life. Mom thinks I’m crazy, I think. I find it kinda irritating, though, that she doesn’t /say/ anything, except ‘huh’, or laughs, at half the things I say or do. It’s like what I’m talking about is so far out there she just can’t think of a thing to say, or perhaps she can, but is just going on the “if I don’t acknowledge it, it’s not really happening” theory. I don’t know. Same with my religion. She knows… but she doesn’t know anything about it, and never mentions it, except to say that I shouldn’t mention it to my grandmother.

Sigh. I’m just glad I have friends to talk to.

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