Obsessions...

Last Friday, Kev and I watched the amazing Olympic opening ceremony. It was quite the show. Insane. We were supposed to be in Ottawa, but decided we’d leave Saturday morning after a good night’s sleep. After waking up and packing up the car, we were discussing how much we wanted the McD’s Olympic Mascot glasses. Kev said he read online that some McD’s sell them as a set. I doubted it. We stopped at a McD’s before leaving town and they only sold the blue and green one. The red one was marked as “sold out”. We decided to not buy any there in case we found a McD’s that had all of them. So we decided to stop at every McD’s on the way to Ottawa. We bought the yellow and green on our second stop. Blue on the third. Nothing on the fourth. At this point, none of them had the red one. And the black one was coming out the next week. We were afraid we’d have all of them except the red. I have never been so obsessed and determined to find something. On our fifth and last McD’s stop before arriving at Kev’s parents, they had all of them!!! The manager told us he just wants to get rid of them. He doesn’t want to be stuck with them after the Olympics were finished. We were thrilled. So we bought what was missing in our set, a set for my family, and a set for Kev’s family. We’re McD’s out.

Since moving out of my parents’, I haven’t been able to allow myself to indulge in obsessions. I went through different phases. I was known as the shopaholic at work. I assure you, I’ve never been the type of girl to buy expensive clothes. But I’m obsessed with bargains. My best find was a tank top for $0.97 a couple of years ago. I was obsessed with buying shoes at one point. I used to not like shoe shopping. I wrote a blog about it in past…Most people know I am obsessed with makeup, even though I hardly wear any. I’m obsessed with anything that smells good, lotions, creams, body wash, bubble bath, perfume…And although I knew I would never need 20 bottles of perfume and body sprays, I bought them anyway. Then I was obsessed with bangles one summer and accumulated nearly 30 bangles by the end of the summer. Now I never wear them. Once I set my eyes on something, I need to have it…a lot of it. But since moving out on my own, I’ve learned the value of a dollar. I really haven’t indulged that much into my obsessions. The McD’s glasses reminded me of the rush…but I can no longer find a reason why I should pay $50 for lip-gloss just because I like the packaging. So instead of going crazy and spending $100 on makeup, or lotion, I allowed myself to indulge into black nail polish. I’ve been intrigued by the gothic look for a while, but wasn’t sure if I wanted to try it out. Since I was in a buying mood, I decided to shell out the $10 to buy a base coat and black polish. I haven’t’ tried it yet. We’re going to Toronto this weekend and we’ll be seeing Kev’s grand-parents. I don’t want to be disrespectful.

When I was 16, I begged my mom to let me get my hair dyed into streaks…it was the trend. She finally let my friend do an at home hair dye. Actually…we didn’t dye my hair. We bleached it. Probably the biggest hair mistake I’ve ever had…next to getting a perm…a second time. I still remember the smell and the way it stung my scalp. We left it on too long and I ended up with honey brown hair…correction: hay. My hair just completely lost its shine and felt as dry as ever. It was just bad bad bad. I started my senior year of high school that year, and we had to get our grad pictures taken. Since I had to send the pictures to my grandmother in Hong Kong, my mom made me dye my hair black…with the black dye she buys in Chinatown. For months, I looked like I had a black wig on. It was awful. Oh the things I would do for grandparents.