Im gonna start this out by saying that I am a Lushie. A fan of the store Lush. I discovered them last year and havent looked back. Wednesday is where our story begins.
I drove to Lush to restock on some of my fav things. While I was there, I was looking at all the facial cleansers. As an ex-POW in the war against really bad acne, I still find myself on the quest to find that perfect face cleanser. I have tried various cleansers from Lush and have liked what I saw (there was only one miss) but hey, it's fun to try new things. I had read about Dark Angels for a while but never tried it. I tried it's sibling Angels on Bare Skin before and liked it. Torn between purchasing that again and trying Dark Angels, I ultimately decided that there was just something irresistible about smearing damp, black, sand on my face.
Fast forward to yesterday.
I hop into the shower and I'm far more excited about a face wash than I probably should be. But now that I think about it, it also seems normal. A few Christmases ago I was really excited and thrilled that I got a vacuum. So I quickly bolt through the rest of my routine so I can get to the main event. Shampoo? Check! Condition? Check! Body wash? Check! And finally, what I had been waiting for!
Dark Angels is just like it says; dark. But while it looks dark in the well lit stores of Lush, in my tiny dark shower, it looks like someone had managed to bottle up a piece of the void! I follow the directions, which say: take a pea sized amount and mix with water in your hands. Man that's old hat, of course I know how to do it. I'm pretty pro at it! I grab a small bit and mix it in my hand. And here is where Supernatural takes over. 'I am washing in Leviathan goo!' I whisper to myself. It looks like black paint in my hand. A red flag goes up in my head. This isnt going to stain my tub is it? I think on it for a minute and decide, to hell with it, and smear it all over my face.
"Washin with Leviathan washin with Leviathan washin with Leviathan suck it Dick Roman!" I sing to myself. I look down at my hands and they pitch black. 'I hope this doesnt stain my hands!' flits worriedly across my brain. Putting them under the shower, they wash clean no problem. I am reassured. I should not have been. I wash it off my face, accidentally swallowing a tiny bit, and considered it good.
When I got out of the shower, I go to the mirror to remove any make up that I missed. The second I glance at myself, I did something along the lines of this:
Because I look more or less like this:
My entire face is stained black. It looks like I took a handful of coffee grounds and smeared them on my face to achieve that fake stubble look. And while my 'stubble' was very manly and handsome, not the look I was going for.
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