I can’t not do it.

I’ve done it before.

In lots of other places.

I try not to do it, but something just keeps pulling me back, whispering in my ear, “Do it! Do it! You’ll make somebody so so happy! Even if you touch just one person, you could change a life forever! It’s worth it. Do it!”

I need to do it.

I need to say, yet again, how much in love with my Keurig coffee maker I am.

Deep, deep love.

My husband likes Extra Bold. I like a nice medium roast. The Grannies come over and want some decaf. The grandfathers prefer tea. In the winter, the kids slurp cocoa like no other.

Any time of day. Without complaint. For well over one year without the slightest hitch.

My baby does it all.

Listen up, yo. None of what I write here in See Jane Shop is the consequence of any solicitation by any of these companies or products or services. This is just stuff I like. I haven’t made any deals to get compensated. Having said that, I like to consider myself a PR friendly person. If you have something you want me to review, I’m happy to do it. In that case, I’ll disclose that the review was solicited, and everyone will be happy.

I’ve been called all kinds of things, some lovely, and some unprintable, but among them “lush” and “voluptuous” are not.

But 1 out of 3 ain’t bad.

Especially if that one is Lush.

I’m smell-oriented. I have strong reactions to smells that please me and even stronger reactions to smells that don’t.

My son and daughter are the same way. The other day we went into a Lush store in Georgetown and he just about fell over. He insisted on waiting outside until I was finished shopping. My daughter, on the other hand, flitted from pile of soap to mountain of bath bombs to shelves of body washes in glee.

I was right there with her.

And though I love love love the Mange Too massage bar (which looks like soap but is really a solid moisturizer bar that smells so good you want to eat it but don’t because holy hell it’s not food!)

and the hilariously named “Too Drunk To…” emotibomb that you chuck into a hot shower with you on the morning after whatever happened the night before,

My absolute favorite is the Flying Fox shower gel. It smells like my honeymoon. I don’t know what else to say about that. Except that maybe my honeymoon was spent in a ridiculously chi chi resort in Bermuda and the air was scented with a magical honeysuckle jasmine salt air breeze.

Listen up, yo. None of what I write here in See Jane Shop is the consequence of any solicitation by any of these companies or products or services. This is just stuff I like. I haven’t made any deals to get compensated. Having said that, I like to consider myself a PR friendly person. If you have something you want me to review, I’m happy to do it. In that case, I’ll disclose that the review was solicited, and everyone will be happy.

I wear ridiculously large sunglasses.

Fortunately, my head is normal sized so I don’t end up looking like Rachel Zoe. And if you don’t know who Rachel Zoe is please don’t bother to look her up because it’s bad enough that someone thought she was relevant enough to get a tv show that we don’t need to prop her up with any google search stats. She’s a lollipop head, emaciated “stylist” who wears clothes that all seem to be recently shorn from a wooly water buffalo and the most godawful shoes the world has ever seen. Enough said.

I also wear regular glasses, at night and if I run out of saline, which is like once a year. The running out of saline happens once a year. Night happens slightly more frequently.

It’s convenient that I don’t wear my regular glasses often because I am not very good at taking care of them. Say, on a scale of 1 to 10 if 1 was “put them in the garbage disposal and then the toilet” and 10 is “keep them in a safe place,” I’m like a 2. Maybe a 3.

I wear sunglasses almost every day. Even when it’s not sunny, although sometimes I wear them as a headband which I realize I should have stopped doing sometime around 1986 but they don’t squish that spot behind my ears the way other headbands do and I like having my hair pulled back but not in a haphazard MomTail.

I can’t, therefore, buy nice sunglasses. If I were capable of taking care of them, I’d buy one of these Kate Spades:

Or these Kate Spades:

But I’m not. So instead, I buy about 10 pairs of $8 plastic sunglasses a year. These are the most recent. Other than what my husband said, which was something exactly like, “You look like an insect or a car with huge headlights,” and he didn’t mean “headlights” in a good way, I’ve had more compliments on these cheapies than any of their predecessors in years.

Best part…I bought them in a store I’ve never been in before in my life. NY and Company. Although actually, maybe it’s the worst part, because now when I trash these I’ll feel compelled to go back in there and I’m dangerously allergic to pre-ripped jeans and tackiness. Maybe if I bring an epi-pen?

Listen up, yo. None of what I write here in See Jane Shop is the consequence of any solicitation by any of these companies or products or services. This is just stuff I like. I haven’t made any deals to get compensated. Having said that, I like to consider myself a PR friendly person. If you have something you want me to review, I’m happy to do it. In that case, I’ll disclose that the review was solicited, and everyone will be happy.