OBSESSION #1- Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap
A. This stuff is a catecholamine neurotransmitter in a bottled and bizarrely packaged form. Dopamine for my skin. Jessica P and I fell in love with this heavenly peppermint soap last fall when we were visiting her brother in NYC (subsequently taking over his room, shower and free time... thanks again, Travis P). Apparently, Jess and I run on the same life mantra of ignoring that the vicious Curiosity killed the Nosey (yet beloved, comely, and well dressed) Cat, because we both snuck some of Tra's magic body wash in shower, just to later sheepishly confess this to one another ("Wait, ah, you did that . . . too? -insert quiet chuckling-"). She was swept away. I was swept away. It was love at first the first hit to the olfactory sensory neurons.
B. Dr Bronner was the craziest man to ever want to be Gandhi. Or Jesus. Or just establish world peace. . . through soap. I wish you could zoom in on the label below. It has such gems as: "Eternal Father, Eternal One! Exceptions eternally? Absolute none." Sayings along the same vein cover every spare inch. I. Love. It. AND I'm almost all out of it. A tragic happenstance, indeed.
OBSESSION #2- Buying a swimsuit. But mostly just THIS swimsuit.
I want to be Esther Williams. Oh look. . . Anthropologie has the most perfect bathing suit ever. For a billion dollars. Awesome. But since it's either this or skinny-dipping. . .
OBSESSION #3- American Eskimo Dogs
OBSESSION #4- This photo. Uhhhh... Does anyone want to attempt this on my nails? Vincent van Gogh might have just rolled over in his grave. Maybe we should mix it up and instead paint Henri Matisse's 'Harmony in Red' on my toes.
OBSESSION #5- Learning how to Lucid Dream
Because there is SO MUCH that I want to do inside my head while I'm suppose to be sleeping.