So when does a person go from being a collector of things she loves only to morph into a full-blown obsessive compulsive?
I think I’m there.
If you read my blog with any degree of regularity, you know I’m an aesthete. As in, I like things around me to be beautiful, whether it’s carpet, or a view, or music. But don’t be fooled. Aesthetes can find beauty in the most unlikely of places.
Like under our arms.
I was in CVS one day, waiting for a prescription for my son, and I was browsing the female deodorant aisle. Same old light blue roll-ons, nothing new to see here.
Until there was.
“Pray tell, what is this,” I asked myself, as I picked up the white chalky tube, “this, this, unassuming little tube?” Coconut and vanilla, said the cheeky font.
Native deodorant. Hmm, I thought. I didn’t have my wallet, and only enough cash for the prescription, but I vowed to one day return and purchase that beautiful oblong white tube. And I did. I bought two scents that day, and another two scents a day later. Then I found some more scents in Walgreens, and then I hit the mother lode in Target.
I now own nine Native deodorant scents.
I know what you’re thinking.
Oh, now she has this fancy blog, and if she advertises for Native deodorant, they’ll pay her.
Well, maybe. But it’s not why I’m blogging about it. The picture is plain as day, and if you go right now and follow my IG account #chrys_aliscollective, once I have ten followers I will post a picture of my deodorant collection there to prove to the world that I actually use it.
I’m gaga over Native deodorant. I love the white tube, the sans serif font of the word “Native,” and how the color of the font corresponds to the scent of the tube. I love the scents. They’re so fun, and sexy, and mysterious. Vanilla & Sandalwood. Bergamot & Pine. Sea Salt & Cedar. Charcoal.
They use only clean ingredients, and they are cruelty-free. Here’s the website, don’t take it from me:
Make everything in life an experience. Even deodorant.