16 November 2006
Why I couldn't not buy the Aveda
This cartoon from the New Yorker found its way onto the door of my fridge last week, and it's been as instructive as Sunday School. After I finished my first round of hardy-hars, I realized that Roz Chast (How I love Roz! She's right up there with Edward Gorey in my book.) didn't just pick up on a common quirk of the Saints . . . she nailed it. So I continue to laugh every time I open the fridge, but I'm also doing some self-evaluation.
Well, anyway, that's how I ended up going to the mall today (different mall than yesterday) (two days in a row at a mall--so unlike me), waltzing into the Aveda salon and coming out with the one true shampoo and conditioner. Okay, I purchased the least expensive of the line, but that's okay; what I bought is still wonderful and I still feel fancy. And I chose the biggest bottles I could find, so big that the salesgirl in black(!) gave me two free pump dispensers so I "won't have to pick 'em up in the shower." I'm proud of myself. It's been what--ten years?--that I've been sudsing up with the best of the worst from an ordinary drugstore.
Have you been introduced to Roz Chast yet?
Please excuse me now. I've gotta wash that frown right outta my hair.
Posted by Geo on Thursday, November 16, 2006