And so, back to my point: I know that somewhere in Rome are all the things I took for granted at Target. I love you Target. Don't forget me. I will spend so much time with you when I'm in America. I promise.
However, the closest thing I've found to the type of beauty products I need to enjoy life was something that I thought was astringent because I'm breaking out like I need Stridex pads or Sea Breeze (God, that stuff stung. I feel like I can still conjure up its smell.) but it turns out it was regular face wash which stinks because I've been wiping it over my face to absorb oil and surprise! I've really just been piling soap on my face and leaving it there. And I did find "nail polish." I found a stand of nail polish at the grocery store and it was a brand I didn't recognize and the colors were so outdated and the nail polish was so old it had separated and had that thick mess on the bottom and water on the top, but I was desperate. But then I saw the price: 9 euro. 9 EURO. That is $11.21. OPI only costs $8 and they have fun colors and I would buy it for the names alone. So I did not buy the nail polish.
Today, however, today we decided John needed a shirt because our things from America have yet to arrive and we go out to dinner enough that a t-shirt with a monkey wearing headphones is not always the best choice. We walked to OVS which I suspect is sort of like Old Navy....except they had what equated to a mini-sephora inside jam-packed with beauty products. I could hear the angels singing.
These are my current favorite things:
|this I did not buy at the European Old Navy, but it will be my best friend until my "hoover" (that's British for vacuum) arrives from amazon.uk|
|I just noticed that this is really some kind of cellulite scrub but I don't care. I am considering it a facial scrub because it has two things going for it: a scrub brush and salicylic acid. And it will obviously prevent cellulite on my face.|
|this is the wonderful tool that now allows me to use our stove. John can now ask for food that has to be cooked.|
Oh, and yes, we got John a shirt.