Monthly must buys

1. Here, then, is a short list of the things we can never go without because if, say without our monthly Bodyshop sprees, we’d smell differently.

And after trying almost all their flavours, we finally picked up its Olive collection and surprisingly found it fresh. Very much unlike their saccharine flowery gels.

To me too, Bodyshop is the Ikea of toiletries – nice and affordable enough for the bourgeois in us which is why we always stock up our bathrooms well with their gels, scrubs, oils and salts.

And they smell good, they make you smell good and it’s important to smell good. Smell good, people.

ONe more good thing is that  they regualrly have new stuff, so you can change how you smell easily too.

2. Apart from our need to smell good, the coffee addicts that we are, forces us to ritually browse the  stores at the mall for different coffee beans.

We always always buy coffee, we cannot live without our daily intakes.

Usually supermarkets have some real good coffee beans (eg: Davidoff cafe, Moconna, Lavazza), but our tastebuds lean towards Starbucks. More so because, it’s the only decent cafe around the neighbourhood since we’re not blessed with TCC. I miss their hazelnut lattes!

Also cheaper alternatives would be getting the hardcore ‘nyonya’ coffee. The ones you get at wet markets that are weighed and sold by the kilos. Even Ya Kun/Wang cafe sell their own beans instores.

3. Thirdly, but certainly not the last domestic neccesity, are fresh flowers. Despite the fact that  the cat has been chomping down on the flowers, our tables and rooms are still filled with orchids, roses, violets and lilies just cause they instantly brighten up a room. It’s just the idea of having living things that makes the house unstoic and cosy, especially so when we don’t have any gardens or porches where we can go for fresh air.

For all these three must buys, the best thing about them, is walking down to the mall with the husband, even when the day’s scorchy hot or raining whales, to buy them. It’s probably the most domestic marital activity, apart from washing his underwear and clipping his toenails (not! well, until I con him into buying me a shoe per toenail/per underwear that is. Non-negotiable terms and conditions) but it is the one take-a-walk-session that I look forward to.

And then of course, there’s the part where we get high on all the strong blends, grab a shower together overslathering one another with new smells and then retreating to the bed (well, sometimes) and crumpling the rose-strewn bedsheets and then…