This is how I feel every day of my life. And every day, despite knowing that cosmetics probably come from a Simpsons-esque factory where all the goop comes from the same vats, I am always craving, the newest and "best" products.
|Duff, Duff Lite and Duff Dry; this is probably what the Proctor and Gamble factory looks like.|
I digress. I got this sample package that included a teensy sampling of their facial moisturizer, Hope in a Jar. When I started using it, despite feeling the same feelings as I felt while using my old and regular Clinique face cream, I was convinced that God Himself delivered this Hope in a Jar to my face and that if I didn't continue using it forever, I would be doomed to have bad skin.
I obsessed over buying this stuff, and once my sample began to run low, I marched into Sephora with the express interest of buying this goop. (Those of you familiar with Philosophy products will probably have an idea where this story is going.)
I was completely FLABBERGASTED to discover that not only is Hope in a Jar the most precious gem of face cream that I have ever had the pleasure to experience, but it almost costs as much as a precious gem would too.
SEVENTY-EIGHT...78...7....8....$78. For 120mL of product. Too much for my budget and too much for me to even think of spending on face goop. So I hopelessly went home, (har, har, see what I did there?) sans face cream and decided I would just have to make due with what I have.
I wish I could say that was the end of my story, but it's not.
As soon as my sample was completely empty -- I had squeezed the last squeeze of moisturizer on to my face -- I went back to Sephora, resolute.
I compromised and bought the smaller amount for a lesser amount of money. It was probably a better deal to buy the bigger one for $78, but I couldn't bear to tell myself that as an intelligent girl, I spent 80 bucks on face goop.