People ask me a lot of questions about this blog, but the most common one is whether I have problems coming up with new things to write about. And there are times that I experience a little panic, but they never last long, because I have Tom, who is a constant, unwitting source of rich blogging material.
For instance, today, in the shower, I noticed this:
What IS that, you ask. What that is, is Tom’s side of the shower, with the remnants of three bars of soap. Tom’s no product whore, but he does have a serious soap problem. He considers himself a soap connoisseur (his favorites are here and here, although I think it would stress him out to know that the latter is advertised as “sensuous”) and demands that fresh, expensive cakes be produced at regular intervals. When he stays in nice hotels, the first thing he does is walk into the bathroom and dump the hotel soaps into his dopp kit, to take home. If he’s lucky, housekeeping will replace the soaps at turndown and he can do it all over again.
Anyway, back to the soap chips. I observe them with amusement. In case you’re worried that there’s not enough soap for tomorrow’s shower, don’t fret, there are backups in the wings.
He could always melt them together and get even more use out of them, right? Also, bravo to the L’Occitane shampoo.
he would surely object to the melding of fragrances, but i am keen on the idea.
At least he has great taste in soap! (and a segregated shower space)
he does have good taste in soap, as far as my sense of smell can detect. i just wish he wasn’t such a vigorous latherer. then the soaps would last longer.