I broke out into hives on my arms and legs this weekend. I've never had hives before, so it was at once a fascinating and disconcerting experience. Now, while I've been blaming the breakout on the excitement surrounding Harry Potter, which seems to me the most romantic of psychosomatic causes for hives, the likeliest culprit is my new collection of glittery moisturizers purchased from Bath & Body Works, an establishment that I hadn't visited since, geeze, probably high school. However, a flurry of banners announcing a sick, ridiculous sale a couple of weeks ago at the Bath & Body Works at my local mall inspired me to walk out of the store with $150 worth of products at a third of the price, which was very satisfying. I was so thrilled with my deliciously-scented purchases that I ignored the burning sensation the glittery moisturizers caused each and every time I used them.
I supposed I deserve these hives, then. While they're a lot less fierce than they were over the weekend, translucent bumps are still sprinkled over my limbs, a lovely detail which I'm sure my readers appreciate.
I did learn a lesson from this experience though: never again will I stray from Bliss products.