To the male population of my blog — I apologize in advance. Turkey season is about to open, and Spoonbill will soon be running the rivers. Focus on that.
Birchbox is this neat company that (for $10 per month) sends you a box of product samples. These products are all skincare/make-up/beauty ritual related. All the samples are name brand, assorted by the theme of the month as well as tailored to each individual’s preferences.
This is just my second month, but after receiving my first box in February, I was hooked. As I tore into the box that had a Valentine’s Day-glamor-feel, I realized that this just might be the best $10 monthly investment I’ve ever made. Living in Middle-of-Corn, Kansas and (here lately) working 7 days a week, makes it difficult to participate in some good ole fashioned retail therapy (my bank account rejoices).
So instead it’s like Birchbox brings the retail therapy to me…
Right there in my mailbox…
Controlled spending, no fuel costs…
It. Is. Fantastic.
I may or may not have been stalking the tracking number for this month’s box, so you could imagine my excitement yesterday as I went home on my lunch break and opened my mailbox to find March’s Birchbox waiting for me.
But let’s get real… I could practically hear it singing to me as I pulled into the driveway.
ANYWAY… Back to the box. This month the theme was March Madness — but not basketball related, more like getting ready for spring.
Oy, spring. The season that is followed by summer. The season where I must shed a few layers of my figure-flaw-concealing clothing. Because if the new itty-bitty red bikini I received for my birthday wasn’t already enough of a reminder that I need to get my butt in gear before subjecting the American public to my winter-white, enjoyed-the-holidays-a-little-too-much skin… Birchbox felt the need to remind me as well.
However, as I opened the box to dig through the contents, all my thoughts of gym membership renewal were replaced by squeals of excitement.
My box included:
Side note: Looking at the glass half-full do you know what the best part of being in a long distance relationship during the winter months is? The fact that my legs can become low on the priority list. Shower time cut in half, money saved on razor blades. It’s a win-win.
Chances my dear boyfriend is shaking his head at me as he reads this: 100%
I have no shame.
Okay, okay… I get it Birchbox, really I do. With your sparkly silver headband designed for gym goers. I’ll go renew my gym membership after work, instead of sitting on the couch watching a Big Bang Theory marathon.
But I’m not shaving my legs… I still have a few weeks, I won’t let you take that from me yet.