My kids’ favorite store in the world is our local pharmacy. Like many small-town drugstores, it has not only cough medicine, hair brushes and vitamins, but also gifties, books and cards. Jewelry. Bubbles. Chalk. Those coconut-almond candies I can’t seem to find anywhere else.
But I love all drugstores. The CVS in the next town over has a fascinating aisle called As Seen on TV. Oh, my God, I love that aisle! The Pedi-Egg?! How ingenious! But what’s this? Pajama jeans! My favorite! And the Chillow—Keeps your head cool and dry. My head is never too hot, but what the heck? Why not? “Come on, Mommy, let’s go,” my beautiful Princess will say.
“Do we have one of these?” I’ll ask, holding up an Ove Glove.
“Do we really need one?”
Honestly, the child has no idea what joy these products bring me.
Another favorite store is Sally Beauty Supply. My God! Who knew there were so many ways to push back your cuticles? I recently bought some callous remover. I’m really excited about that since I have the soles of a Native American fire-walker. Also very seductive: the Mr. Pumice Pink Contour Shape Bar. Microdermabrasion scrub with Dead Sea Salt! How thrilling!
McIrish sometimes grumbles when I bring home a new “potion or lotion.” But then I remind him about his shrine to garden supplies in our barn, and he generally puts a lid on it.
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