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Stacey thanks the feeders of her lip balm fetish

Saturday, August 21st, 2010

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Lip balm is one thing I can never have enough of. Seriously. I think my purse eats it or something. Not to mention that I am constantly picking out empty tubes from my dryer — only after realizing the waxy little cylinders have melted all over my clothes. I think over the course of my 31 years, I have probably purchased more lip balm than any other single beauty product.

In fact, my lip balm obsession has spanned the majority of my lifetime. Countless balms have fallen in and out of favor with me. There were Kissing Koolers back in 3rd grade, then my long-lived Bonne Belle LipSmacker phase. Next came basics like Softlips, Blistex, and ChapStick and Burt’s Bees.

After that I entered my Carmex period. This was the longest lasting loyalty to one balm. At one point I couldn’t fall asleep without slathering my lips in enough Carmex to grease a 9X11 cake pan. I even hooked my brother on it and I’ll never forget him sending my mom to Wal-Mart in a fit of chapped desperation to get him (as stated on his list): “carmex in a tube.” We laughed hysterically when my mother came home empty handed because, as she put it, “the man at the CD counter didn’t know the band I was referring to.” HAHAHAHA. Anyway, my Carmex love faded when I heard the greasy little tubs were filled with rat poison — not true I’m sure, but hey, I’m a fickle consumer.

So for the last couple years I’ve bounced around — one day I’ll be smearing my kisser with Rosebud lip salve and the next I’ll be puckering up with leftover nipple balm from when I was breastfeeding (hey, when you’re desperate, you’ll make due with just about anything). But finally, I think I found the Holy Grail of lip lube: Alba’s Un-Petroleums. They are great! They have SPF 18 and no weird chemicals made from stuff like oil or tortured bunny hides. I’m guessing this love-affair will last a long long time!

Remember these babies? Kissing Koolers?  They smelled good enough to eat.  And I'll admit, as a kid, sometimes I did eat them!

Remember these babies? Kissing Koolers? They smelled good enough to eat. And I'll admit, as a kid, sometimes I did just that.