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I have a confession

I have a confession. I'm addicted to lip balm. I have been for as long as I can remember. These are the ones that I could grab in less than a minute. I have them everywhere. Purse. Desk. Dresser. Kitchen. Car. Pocket.
And these are all natural lip balms (well, mostly natural anyway....some are a little iffy). I made the switch over a decade ago when I realized that all of the gunk in them was probably sitting undigested in my gut.
Not that I eat the stuff. I just like to taste it when it's on my lips and I'm sure that some of it gets inside.

 Some of my favorites that I've found over the years are:
Alba nourishing coconut cream lip balm. This stuff is fantastic. It's got good coverage and tastes wonderful. It's truly a balm and not a gloss so it's a little thicker than some others. No shine at all with this one.

 Lemongrass Spa pomegranate lip balm. Of all of the ones I've tried this is my favorite for flavor. It has a strong flavor that lasts for a long time. This goes on very smooth and has a tiny amount of shine. It is nice that this is also one that I sell through Lemongrass Spa. The only thing I don't like about it is that the tube is rather small for the $4.50 price tag. 

 Ganache for Lips. Yes, you read that right. Chocolate ganache for lips. It tastes amazing. Full of chocolate and yum. Ooooh. I just checked their website, they now have nine flavors. Because I need more. Ha!

 EOS lip balm. This stuff is just fun because it comes in a sphere. It's yummy I'm just not sure how truly natural it is. The only problem with this is that it doesn't fit in a pocket so you can't carry it around if you need to. The awkward shape means that it has to go in a bag. These I generally leave in the car or around the house.

 So there you have it. My little primer on lip balm. And while I admit that I'm addicted, I really don't think it's a problem. I'm good with it.

 Wait until you learn about the nail polish addiction I have. Oooooh the glitter!!

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