Sunday, August 31, 2008
By the way, those recommendations to stick with samples and decants for a while when you start exploring perfume are a GOOD IDEA. I wish I had listened more. My Issey Miyake, while a welcome visual component to the collection, is still largely full. The Norell is largely full, too, since warm weather came alongside the start of the intense exploring. There are others there...not so necessary, probably not so needed. The regrets of the collection can be catalogued later.
To be fair, other bottles were acquired and I have no regrets. For example, there's a full bottle of Magie Noire, because the sample I "wristed" my spouse with had such a positive visceral effect that he went out to purchase some THAT DAY. Goodness, my habit encouraged, my discovery that I might like something a little "dirty" in my perfume supported...new tricks for both my nascent perfumista and my marriage. ;)
Monday, August 25, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Bud Light. Clamato. Put them together in a can, and you have "Chelada."
Thursday, August 7, 2008
- Last spring: me, going out to garden, thinking that if I can't read, or play music, or take a picture, I can at least trim a shrub and pull some weeds. But I take clippers to branch, and realize 1. a safe cut is a somewhat iffy proposition, for both the plant and my digits, and --worse-- 2. I have no way of calculating an artful cut. I can't judge the effect of the cut I'm about to try, can't use depth and periphery to look at overall effect, can't even think of its effect on the branch. The best I can hope for is cutting a random branch without causing harm to limb, phyto or mammalian.
- This spring: me, walking up the front path, seeing a grass frond sticking up among the irises. I think. I instinctively reach in, am right, and yank it up (roots included, natch). The impact of what I was just able to do flummoxes me, and I nearly cry.