Main menu Post navigation A facial how to: keep the cheese platter off your face. At home shopping. Wow, sounds sexy. And I sound sarcastic. So it was quite amazing to me that I found myself perched over a bowl of steaming hot water, surrounded by four other women on a Tuesday night, rubbing my chest with goo and saying 'Well, this is the most attention I've had in a while'. [Sidebar please. That Man is currently in China, and had previously been working 80+ hour weeks. I wish I was exaggerating. So, I'm sure he would have been gazing at my freckly chest with uncontrolled lust had he been something other than Zombie Man, or had he actually seen me upright or in a pose other than Sleeping Tiger for the previous few weeks. If he was that kind of guy.] Aaaaanway... sorry mum. Let's move on. I rolled up to this shopping at home party as a sceptic rolls up to a sance. Really, because I wanted to try something different and see what would happen. Plus, a lady I really like asked me at the last minute, and it was a fun excuse to get out of shit o'clock with the kids, and have a giggle, a facial and a glass of wine. My disclaimer was 'Absolutely, love to. As long as it's OK if I don't buy.' I'm the master of restraint. And then this. The number of goods for sale this particular evening tripped over