Getting my money's worth

I am using up some Body Shop stuff left over from when I was a consultant, which must be more than ten years ago. I was pretty hopeless at the job actually, I couldn't find enough people to host the parties for me, and hated the way everyone opened up the pots of lotions and makeup, and stuck their fingers in. We were taught to use spatulas to scoop a bit out for testing, for hygienic reasons, but you had to have eyes in the back of your head once the demonstration ended as everyone grabbed a pot of something to smudge on the back of their hand.

I am just working my way through the last of the Cooling Leg Gel, and the Lemongrass Deodorising Foot Spray, which is taking a while to finish because I don't take my knee length socks off very often, ha ha.

There's not much left of the Vitamin E Face Mist, you close your eyes and spray it on. It's supposed to protect, moisturise, and refresh your skin. I have been wiping it around my face with a lump of cotton wool, so that it all gets a liberal coating. The cotton wool is over ten years old as well, shows you how much time I spend faffing around with my skin cleansing and moisturising routine, hardly any. I have discovered that to get my moneys worth out of the cotton wool, I can use one lump on three seperate ocassions. When one side is a bit mucky, pull it apart and you find a clean bit in the middle. How many people throw away a cotton wool ball after using it once, how wastefull.

I do try and get my moneys worth out of everything I buy and own, take my pants for instance, oh no, she's not on about her pants again, ha ha. How long do they last before you actually give up with them and throw them away. I emptied my washing basket out this morning, to find three pairs of pants that I had earmarked for chucking. After all this time, goodness knows how many years, they have at last gone a bit baggy. I remember last time I wore them I said that would be it, they were going in the bin. But then I forgot when I took them off and they automatically went back into the wash basket.

So here they are again, well I might as well wash them now. An hour later they come out of the washer, well you can't chuck them when they are clean can you, so they go back in the pants draw, ready for next time. When will they ever completely wear out, at what stage do you worry about the state of your underwear, is it only when you start thinking you might get knocked down by a bus and carted off to hospital, ha ha.