vendredi 28 août 2015

I Quit Sugar: A Retraction, and an Apology

In the summer of 2013, I started Sarah Wilson's "I Quit Sugar" program, in an attempt to clear my skin and get healthier. It was, I felt, a more balanced and doable alternative than the starvation diet my doctor had recommended. Unfortunately, while my skin never got better, my health seriously deteriorated, alongside my self-esteem and mental health, and I ended up falling down a dark hole I am just now crawling out of. 

I feel like I should write about this - the whole "journey" I went on in my attempt to quit sugar is something I documented a lot on this blog, going as far as to give away a copy of the book in a giveaway, and even do a review of it (I think.) I can't erase those posts, or take back the things that I've said, but I can tell you what it's been like for me, and how I am now, two years later. If nothing else, it will give more context to all of these other posts that I've written.

There is one thing I want to say, first of all: all bodies are different, all bodies have different needs. There is not one universal way to eat. There are too many variables, internal and external, that influence our energy needs, and the kinds of food that we eat. Adding qualifiers to the ways that we eat: good, bad, healthy, clean, unhealthy, detox, creates an unnecessary moral anxiety about food, and that can have pretty devastating consequences.

I was lucky. I got help before my obsession with food and exercise and "being good" progressed into full-blown bulimia, but my God, it was scary when I was there. And it took a very, very, very long time before I got to a point where I was comfortable talking about it. I still don't consider myself as "recovered." I don't think I ever will be. 

The problem with completely banning something, from creating a set of eating rules, and labeling every deviation from those rules as a moral crime, is that it makes for a very miserable life. You're constantly craving what is forbidden, and you're constantly beating yourself up over the fact that you're not perfect and able to follow the rules. For an obsessive, type-A personality like myself, it's a very fine line to walk. I'd think about sweets. I'd over-eat on the things that I was allowed. I abused caffeine and sports, to the point where I was constantly sick and sore and hurting. 

One day last year, I ran 8 miles in the blistering June heat. I don't remember how I got home, but I remember thinking, right in the middle of it, "I have a problem." 

I honestly don't want to talk about what happened afterward. Calling it a "journey" is bullshit. "Journey" implies something glamorous and admirable, and there is nothing glamorous about crying in a councilor's office about being a failure, or feeling terrible about taking a day off from running because your legs are killing you, or struggling through mealtimes. 

Blogging, I'm afraid, didn't help me through that time.

I watched videos and read blogs of people talking about how they're trying to be more "healthy" and going on a "detox" and sharing hauls of cute exercise clothes and showing the occasional "naughty" recipe. I felt so many things: upset, ashamed, angry, despairing, and at no point did I feel like anyone really talked about "balance" as something other than "earning those bad foods, or repenting for them."

Why is blogging so judgy? Wasn't this supposed to be the community where we could all just be ourselves and be supportive of one another? 

Let me be clear: if a way of eating works for you, that's great. Be vegan. Be paleo. Be sugar-free. But please, don't add moral qualifiers to the way you eat, and if you're a blogger, please, please, please don't perpetuate the myth that people who eat are certain way are bad or good. Talk about the joys of exercise - how it makes you feel, as opposed to how many calories you burned, and don't call yourself names if you take a rest day. Don't use "balance" as a way to say "earning" certain foods.

We are bloggers. For better or for worse, our opinions are out there into the public sphere, and other people are reading them. Don't add to a culture of food- and body-shaming. 

I did. And I am sorry for it. I am so, so very sorry for it. 

Why I don't want to be a beauty blogger anymore

To say that the past year has been a major turnaround for me would be a fucking understatement. From Masters degrees, to dealing with loneliness, to having my hear broken, to learning some necessary (if unsavoury) truths about people... yeah. Lots and lots to take in.

Perhaps the biggest realization for me has been that there is much too clutter and bullshit in my life. 

(And yes, I do know that all of the big beauty youtubers are now featuring "The Life Changing Magic of Tidying" in their videos. It's now the most popular prop in beauty, alongside marble-effect trays and "How to be Parisian Wherever You Are." Both books are on my 'to read' list, and I have nothing against marble, but can we agree that hype is a strange beast?)

A few weeks back, the awesome Hannah from Midnight Violets had a post that resonated very strongly with me. Talking about her story with make-up and how her feelings for her collection have changed, she points out how she can't seem to enjoy the products she has properly, and I was like: YES! THIS! ALL OF THIS!

Because let's face it - there is no way in the seven Hells that this blog here will be anything other than a hobby for me, at least if it stays the way it is (which, seeing as I haven't upgraded this layout in about 10,000 years, is not about to change.) I like going through posts about the latest collections as much as the next girl, oohing and aahing about all these shiny, pretty things, but I don't have it in me too keep up with everyone else because:

a) I don't have the money to, and
b) I don't really care that much about it

I've always loved painting, so naturally make-up holds a special attraction to me. (Nothing like grabbing some brushes and making a canvas of your face, amirite? One of my favourite looks, in fact, is this zombie make-up I did for myself last Halloween.) But beauty is not the most important thing for me - not by a long shot - so why should I spend time and money on a beauty blog?

I have nothing but admiration for full-time bloggers, who have built their "little corners" up over many years, have a loyal readership, and now reap the rewards of all their hard work; but I have neither the expertise nor the material to set myself apart. In the lead-up to my most recent move (what's that? Number 7 now?) I did a major cleanup of my drawers, and while I still ended up with way more stuff than I actually need, I got rid of so, so much! Samples I would never use. Products that are not for my skin/hair/style. (And don't get me started on all the brick-a-brack and random notes that I found at the backs of my drawers - it's like this stuff is multiplying!) 

And every now and again, I'd wonder: What was I thinking? Seriously? What was I even thinking?

The truth about make-up is that it's fun to play and experiment with, but there's also a point at which you just feel like you've had enough and you want to stop. 

To be honest, I'd rather have a handful of things that work for me, that I would repurchase again and again, after using them to death, than keep accumulating clutter.

mardi 21 juillet 2015

Speedo Body Sculpture - Body positivity, or just a marketing gimmick?


As I write this, the sky is slate gray, I wore both a cardigan AND a jacket when I went to uni, and my mood is like the weather - in the shits. 

That said, it is still technically summer and the magazines are still selling us quick fixes to get our "bikini body" - a marketing campaign that, IMHO, needs to die in a fire, right there with kale smoothies and "no make-up make-up tutorials." (Embrace the fact that you're wearing make-up, no matter how minimal it is. It's not something to be ashamed of.) (Also, kale is rank.) And for those who don't want to wear a bikini, we now have Speedo selling us "Body Sculpture" - one-piece swimsuits with special technology to shape our bums and hide our tums.

Think spanx for the beach.

My mother adores them. She got hers months ago, at almost full price, and has been badgering me to get one ever since. I resisted for as long as I could, but then Debenhams had a sale, and my usual sports suit was starting to resemble a bike rag... yeah, I know, excuses.

To be honest, I picked mine because it's purple and resembles a ballet leotard, two of my most favourite things in the world. I even thought my mother had a point that a swimsuit should not flatten the bust. But then it arrived, and I actually sat down to read the label:

"This purple swimsuit from Speedo provides all over tummy control and body shaping and has a unique cut to flatter your bust. It offers great comfort and shape retention swim after swim and has adjustable straps for a perfect fit."
- from Debenhams' online store

In other words: Spanx for the beach. 

Looking back, I can't help but wonder what exactly I was expecting. Swimsuits are pretty tight to start with - that's the point. You may get away with your top being a little loose on the beach (provided there aren't big waves and you're not doing anything more strenuous than just bobbing around in the water) but in a pool, where you're actively engaging your body in a coordinated movement, feeling your swimsuit moving all over the place is not helpful. 

Just look at competitive male swimmers - have you seen one wearing baggy shorts to a race? Of course you don't. 

Conversely, have you seen one Western type of women's swimsuit that is deliberately baggy? One that was created in the past century, I mean? From triangle tops to full-coverage "vintage" suits, women's swimsuits are always skintight. But I digress.

My point is, what do I expect this particular model of swimsuit to do that others do not? Magically make me look like Cindy Crawford? Maybe I will turn heads at the pool with my gravity-defying bust and perfect, peach-shaped derriere? 

Yeah. Of course, none of that happened. I put it on, adjusted the straps, looked at myself, and I was the same as I ever looked in any other swimsuit. Nice neckline, lovely colour, gusset still on display. I guess I won't be stopping my customary glare in the mirror before I head off to swim then. OH WELL!

Granted, I'm a size 8. Distorted body image and fear of food notwithstanding, I have thin privilege. It's very likely that I don't see the difference because I can't. And yet...

Look, I'm a make-up fan. I can totally get the rationale behind wearing something because it makes you look and feel better, and more confident. But we know what the primary function of make-up is. If a brand presented it like it was something unique to them, (say, that a foundation provides coverage and evens skintone) we would roll our eyes and say "yes, and?" 

So why does Speedo think it can do that with a swimsuit?

"Smoothes," "controls," "supports," "shapes" - the truth is that brands are co-opting the language of body positivity to sell us the same old ideas as to what the female body should be like - young, toned, shapely, breasts shapely and on full display, stomach nicely tucked in. You know what a body positive message might be? Making swimsuits for sizes bigger than 16 that don't look like something your Nan might wear. Portray sports and exercise as something you do for the fun of it, not to fit yourself into some sort of ideal, or so that you can posture around like you have cooked spaghetti for a spine.

Body positivity is not about controlling or shaping or smoothing anything. Body positivity is about not being a douchebag about what other people (or yourself) look like.

But I imagine that's harder to sell. 

lundi 20 juillet 2015

Save or Splurge: Foundation

I like to think that I'm a fairly thrifty person. (That'll be put to the test when I start my PhD and live off a proper scholarship.) But since I slowly started getting into higher-end make-up, I've started to discover that maybe, just maybe there are products that are worth saving up for. The ones that you use all the time, or every other day, the ones that you know you will get a great result from and will not let you down, the ones that are your staples spring, summer, autumn and winter. It's a good philosophy.

(It doesn't apply to lipsticks, mind you. I won't even pretend I buy lipsticks for reasons other than I wanted to change up my look and the colour looked pretty.)

Foundation, though... let's talk about foundation. 

A cursory look at the archives will tell you, I'm really fussy with this stuff. My skin, which is combination/oily/sensitive/stressed/probably-dry-on-the-inside/whatever-gimmicky-label-brands-come-up-with-to-flog-us-expensive-tinted-moisturiser, breaks out at the slightest provocation, and it's a bloody pain to find something that's a decent colour match. Usually deluding myself that I'm as pale as the English Roses in my acquaintance, I would buy the lightest stuff and then wonder why I looked funny in pictures. It wasn't until I thought about buying the L'Oreal True Match that a girl at Tesco's matched me to my perfect shade and I realized I'm a lot more tan than I gave myself credit for.

(Quickie review of the True Match: Loved the finish and the application, but it broke me out.)

And yes, I know, we shouldn't use too much foundation, that it clogs up the pores, that we need to let our skin breathe more and not be afraid to go bare-faced into the world. I know. I read "The Beauty Myth" too. (I've also read The Feminine Mystique, Fat is a Feminist Issue, The Equality Illusion, Whipping Girl, An Apple a Day, Good Bones, The Wellness Syndrome, and bits and bobs of the Second Sex. I'm an avid follower of The Militant Baker, Go Kaleo, and the Science Babe. I know my theory.) There is a lot of bullshit being pushed on women, forcing us to be perfect and put together all the time, and my sympathy is for every celeb that has to suffer this.


I can't just stand here and pretend that I'm perfect or that I'm immune to all the BS. I'm not going to act like I don't have days when I'd rather not leave the house at all, or when I put make-up on just because. I'm not going to say that I don't care how others see me, or that my acne doesn't bother me, because that would be a barefaced lie. 

Truth: We all have different bodies that react in their own way to our food, lifestyles, stressors, and skincare regimes. 

Truth: There is no product that universally fixes bad skin. Finding what works for you is a long, and sometimes costly, trial-and-error process. 

Truth: When I'm dishearted, down, or just have a ton of things to do, I put foundation on because that's one less thing to worry about and I can go about my day. 

So yeah, finding the right one is sort of a big deal for me.

Since I finished the True Match, I've tried two higher-end offerings. One from Clinique, which is their Superbalanced Make-up, and one from bareMinerals, which is their Complexion Rescue. And I found that, much like their drugstore counterparts, they have a lot of pros and cons. 

Out of the two, I think I like the Clinique foundation more in terms of what it does (which is fine because it's the cheaper option.) Not exactly a tinted moisturiser, it's quite liquid, applies evenly, and gives a good semi-coverage, which is good if you don't want to go for the full cake of make-up. 

That said, bareMinerals definitely win out in the packaging department, and not just because the Clinique foundation comes in a glass bottle without a pump. (Seriously, the first time I saw that, I was so pissed off.) It's not that I use more of one than the other - I have found ways to make both work - but the Complexion Rescue is definitely the sort of thing that you can take in your make-up bag, or to travel, whereas the Superbalanced Make-up is a touch too heavy and bulky to carry around. It's definitely enough to put me off using it every day, despite the fact that the bareMinerals one leaves me feeling and looking like an oil slick come 4 PM. 

So, final verdict... erm, I don't know, actually. There's definitely pros and cons to high-end foundations and the same process of trial and error applies to them as with their drugstore counterparts. A more expensive trial and error process, obviously, but as far as the results have been so far... it might just be worth it. Might. 

dimanche 19 juillet 2015

5 Quick Pick-Me Ups and 1 Long Ritual (for one of THOSE weeks)

So, I just wrapped up a stint at a residential summer school. I spent the entire time with the students, and while it was exhilarating, hopeful, and mind-blowing, it was also freaking hard, y'all! Seriously. I woke up this morning, a few minutes shy of 6 o'clock, and I could not go back to sleep because my brain had started thinking it was supposed to be on alert from dawn till way after dusk, driven by the fear of what might happen if a bunch of teenagers got hurt while under its care.

For the people who do this more than once a year: freaking RESPECT!

I can't even begin to contemplate how people doing this as a full-time profession get on with the whole work-life balance thing, or how they find time for themselves. I can, however, stress that it's pretty stressful, and where there is stress, burnout is usually right around the corner.

So, if you're doing any kind of long, hard temp work this summer, here are some 5 quick pick-me ups that got me through the week, plus a little ritual for when I was finally home. 

#1 Change your underwear

Only have 5-10 minutes between a sports session and dinner? If you have short hair, you may be able to pull off a shower, but you'd probably be too nervous about forgetting someone in the accommodation, plus you need to pick up the vouchers for the after-dinner entertainment and whatnot. That's fine. Changing your knickers takes between 10 and 30 seconds, depending on what you're wearing, and it makes you feel considerably better. I like getting mine off the sale at Boux Avenue, but if you have something that you like better, make sure you pack it in your suitcase. You do you, girl. (Or boy.) You do you!

#2 Body lotion before bed

Unless you drop in bed, fully dressed, made up, with your shoes (and bra) on, you can probably take a minute to put on some cream on your arms and legs. I don't mean anything fancy - a tub of Nivea Soft will do, provided you like the smell. (Or get unscented, if you hate all smells.) The science of this escapes me, but the act of applying body lotion, the prolonged, purposeful skin on skin contact, is very soothing and makes us feel cared for. Mammals in general are physical - think of soft kittens and puppies snuggling their Mums, and if you have a pet, chances are you like to cuddle it. In the absence of someone else to give you a cuddle at the end of a long day, go ahead and give yourself one.

#3 Eat what you want

This one is tricky because you may be restricted to what is available, or you may have specific allergies. Barring that, 60-hour weeks are absolutely not the time to go on a juice cleanse/crash diet/I-give-up-fats-and-sugars-and-gluten. Even the most bad-ass of healthy living advocates will tell you that introducing your body to a new regime will be hard and stressful... so why on EARTH would you add more stress to a time when you're already freaking out over a million other things, and you're only allowed 30-minute breaks every 5 hours. Willpower is a muscle (the one thing diet books and I agree on these days) which means that if you use too much of it in one day, you end up crashing. Eat the damn Hobnob and do your cleanse later.

#4 Play some music in the morning

Headphones might be out of question, but if you have your room to yourself, and 5-10 minutes before you have to wake up the Krakens, why not put on some music to get dressed to? Pick a song you like, preferably something that gets your heart beating a little faster, maybe even sing along if you're feeling brave. Writing and drawing may take time, but you can listen to music while you do other things, which means it's purposeful, which means your jerkbrain can STFU and let you enjoy yourself before the day starts. (Mr. Brightside anyone?)

#5 Talk to someone you love/talk to awesome people

Luckily for me, I had really cool colleagues, so our conversations were really fun. When you're tighter on time, make arrangements with a friend or a family member to call them in your break or before bed. Talk through a problem you have, or don't talk about it at all - again, we humans are social animals, and we like to communicate. Make sure you have someone you are comfortable with within reach. This is especially helpful if you have conversations that make you unhappy or trigger you during the day. (Ideally, you would have shut the thing down before it got too intense, but not everyone has the energy for that, or the inclination to waste it, so always have a favorite person to talk to.)

A completely optional bonus:

Exercise. Or something. Some people claim it helps. I didn't really, unless you count dancing at the final disco. 

And after...

There's a lot of different ways to go about the end of a long week, and it differs with everyone. My favorite is - shower, put on some bitchin' good pajamas (Boux, again, because they are so comfy) body lotion, face mask, nails, light a candle, and then write a long letter to someone I love. I'm just one of those people who processes things better when they're writing, and there's an added bonus in thinking how pleased your loved one will be when they get the letter. (Does anything else come through the mailbox these days, aside from bills and Domino's flyers? I don't think so.)

Or have a Netflix binge. Like I said - you do you, my friend. You do you.

samedi 18 juillet 2015

Fierce Favourite Bloggers

I'm not really one to get all mushy-gushy over things (that may be a problem if you really fancy someone, though,) but I'd like to take a moment today to give some love to some of my favourite, fiercest bloggers that I've come across since I got into beauty blogging (erm... three years ago. Yelp!) 

I've been meaning to write this post for weeks now, but today, I was on a bit of a clean up mood, and so I went to my Bloglovin' feed and unfollowed pretty much everyone on my "automatically-read" list. You know what I mean - the ones that are nice and you were really into them at first, but now you can't be bothered with. I also got rid of some on my "sometimes-read" list because they were either on their way to the "automatically-read" list, or I was starting to get alienated by the content there. (I'm not that into fashion and nail art, so why keep feeling like a failure when I can't keep reading everything on my blogroll.)

Of the ones that are left, there are a good number that are simply so fierce, so awesome, I just love reading their posts, and I think you will too.

Amy from Amy Loves: A holistic and well-being blogger, Amy is warm, approachable, and really, really cool. Given the choice between her blog and any other motivation/inspiration/natural living read, I think I'd choose her, and that's not just because I met her at a blogger meetup. I feel like listening to what she has to say, not just because she's a certified beauty practitioner, but also because she's got the kind of life experience that seriously backs up her advice.

Joy from Joy the Baker. Want some serious cooking inspiration in your life? Maybe an excuse to finally use that doughnut baking tray you got on a whim and is now gathering dust at the back of your cupboards? Maybe a major itch to visit New Orleans, or at least bring a little of its magic into your kitchen? Joy's your lady. Honestly, if I wasn't still so messed up about eating, I'd be making every single recipe she posts. As is, I'm keeping my eyes peeled for deals on shrimp

Charlotte from lilmisschickas: I'm not the most diligent reader of her blog, but every time I click on a post, I get quality info and advice. I deeply admire Charlotte because of her honesty and the way she approaches any obstacles that come in her way. I was also ridiculously happy to read her post on lifestyles, diets, and being happy. I've struggled for nearly a year to find something vaguely resembling a balance in my life, in my relationship with food and exercise, and her words gave me hope that one day, I'll come out on the other side, too. So thank you for that.

Katie from Scarphelia: Yeah, major, total, ridiculous girl crush over here. I don't even know if I can express my feelings for this awesome lady coherently, but I will try. Though my life path, my dreams and aspirations, are totally different, I admire her so much for striking out on her own and living her life freely and independently. She's also written so honestly about things that matter deeply to me, most notably about the fact that you don't need to find "your other half" to be happy and fulfilled in life. (There are so, so, so many things that I would say about this topic, but it's a very raw, very vulnerable place, one I don't think I can go to just yet. Luckily for me, Katie said it already, and she said it good.)

Harrie from Style Yourself Vintage. Anyone who calls out Birchbox out on their BS is top quality in my books. Also, she has the most badass style ever. 

Sophia from Tattooed Tealady. One of the first beauty bloggers I followed, way, way, way back when, she's both a make-up and a life philosophy inspiration. She's also one of the people I go to when I want to check out a review of a product I like, because she has a lot of useful info. (I used to be a little scared of Nars, before I started reading her posts.) And her Sunday posts are some of my favourites to read.

Carly from Writing From the Tub. I was a book blogger in a past life, and reading Carlie's blog, I can remember some of the magic that came from that. Also, like her, I aspire to be a writer, and it was a great joy to read her post about why she stopped pursuing an agent for a while. I don't like half-assed work, whether it's a blog or a book or even a tweet. Things that are put together in haste with the intention to catch a quick buck and a few thousand likes, before being promptly forgotten... that is not my thing, and I was glad to hear someone else saying it too. 

There are many, many more ladies (and gents) that I like to follow, but for now, these are my top people to add to your blogroll. 

Who are yours? 

vendredi 17 juillet 2015

An Open Letter to LUSH

Dear Lush,

Hi. It's been a while.

I wanted to say, though I have not featured you on this blog for a long, long time, I have not forgotten you. Indeed, I am conscious of the fact that the product that inspired me to start writing about beauty in the first place was your Love Lettuce face mask, that I have tried pretty much every face mask in your permanent range, and I am a huge fan of your body lotions. I love that your products are cruelty-free and that you make some much-needed vegan goodies, to the point where I made peace with the fact that your bath bombs give me a horrible allergic reaction and so it was never meant to be. 

But today, your latest newsletter arrived in my inbox, and I just can't keep this to myself anymore. I just can't.

To say that I'm disappointed that you're getting rid of so many of your old product lines is a gross understatement. I'm not just being prissy that something I like is being discontinued - though really, Formulae Known As is one of the things that help me through a rough day - I'm pissed because at this point, what you're doing is nothing less than capitalist racketeering.

Until today, I could justify forking out £13 on a body lotion because one, The Body Shop body butters are the same price and I get 50 ml less for my money, and two, you are your own company. It's a cutthroat market for brands that are not a part of an international conglomerate. Despite the increase of brands catering to vegans, the economy dictates that we must pay extra if we want our products to be responsibly sourced and cruelty free. (Sort of like a do-gooder tax.) You gotta do what you gotta do. 

But, you've been seriously flogging it, Lush. Seriously. Flogging. It.

Let's take a moment first to consider what's going to happen tomorrow. What is probably happening today, online, as I type this. Your soon-to-be-gone products will fly off the shelves, when panicky fans like myself try to stock up on the things we like, love, or have never tried before and won't get a chance to. But unlike any other let's-get-rid-of-stock sale, you seem content to leave the old prices up, because nothing helps justify spending like imminent extinction (just ask the dinosaurs.) And we will pay the price, because like every consumer in this country, nay, in the Western world, we (myself included) live in fear of missing out. 

(Speaking of, does it occur to anyone that in the past year, you've taken your Charity Pot, changed the formula, and then brought it back in a new bottle, only to now have it discontinued again? I get it, you need to make place for new products across the country, and maybe it wasn't selling that great, but it still ticks me off!)

It's not that I don't like you, Lush, or that I hate what you stand for - on the contrary - but my God, I'm starting to hate your marketing. I hate that "discontinuing," "limited edition," and "Oxford-street exclusive" are the only words I seem to hear that are associated with you these days. I hate that every beauty blogger in the London area is singing praises for face masks, bubble baths, and the 200+ things that are "only available in our London superstore." I know you're as quintessentially British as a Victoria sponge cake, Lush, but at this point, you're more like a Burberry check to me - expensive and inaccessible. 

I'm a student. I can afford a splurge every now and again, and I appreciate independent retailers A LOT; but even my local coffee shop runs a client reward scheme that's better than your 5-pots-for-a-free-face-mask thing. That, combined with your refusal to do sales more than once a year, makes me feel like you don't care to keep your customers. Or worse, you're relying entirely on your cred and your excellent customer service to draw people in. Tell me something, are the sales assistants, the ones who deliver all that excellent service, paid accordingly? Because it seems to me that they deserve some serious props for bringing people to you, again and again, even the financially strapped ones like myself.

I was going to go to my local store - I just wrapped up an exhausting job (rewarding, but my God, it was exhausting!) because I wanted to have a nice, relaxing experience, and get a few goodies to treat myself with. But I don't think I'm going to anymore - not because I don't want to, but because I'm dreading the kind of zoo it's going to be in there. (I pity the poor people on the shop floors - I hope they were given enough of notice and had time to hire temps, because I know as well as anyone how horrible customers can be, especially if they think that they have to stock up on something RIGHT NOW or else they will miss out forever.)

If you're going to Lush tomorrow to pick up some soon-to-be-gone stuff, please, please, please, be nice to the sales assistants. It costs nothing to smile and be pleasant. Please don't make them go to the stock room three times to make sure they're out of whatever product they're out of, and don't lose your shit if you didn't get your way. I know most of you are lovely all the time, but I also know that sometimes, some people lose their shit, especially on a shopping day, especially in a busy store, so please, I beg of you, don't take it out on the sales assistant.