New pictures of the snow. And since my TV isn’t working as the Dish is covered in snow, are those stupid TV people acting like we all are dead or something? Criminy, it’s just snow, we’ve always had plenty of it here. This snap just cracks me up. Those lumps are our table and chairs that sit on the front porch.
This next one is just the front of the house. Rump-shaking Santa is about covered up, poor thing, just his little hands are above the snow trying to get help. I forgot to get a snap of that, sorry!
The males in this house didn’t get out soon enough and decorate, so I avoided the banned outdoor decorations and got a santa who shakes his hinder instead. The snow is seriously slowing him down, but he is just as tacky and cute as he could be. At this point, and I don’t have updated pictures, Santa’s butt has quit moving, the snow is up over his hinder.
The teenager out shoveling snow. This was early on in the snowstorm. Normally I have better pictures, but said teenager took my digital camera up to his dad’s house and left it there, so my camera on my cell phone had to do.
What does this have to do with perfume? Not a thing, except I have on En Avion, and it is gloriously suited for this kind of cold… it makes me feel confident and strong and warm as the chill winds blow. Like the snow that covered up what had been shoveled away so quickly today, En Avion reminds me of the promise that I can always start again, rich with my history, but not burdened by it.
There is a beauty in a fresh snowfall of ginormous proportions. We can barely open our doors, it’s over a foot now, with more to come. When Buddy ran out the back door, he just sunk in the snow. Of course, he is gloriously happy, but still overjoyed when I let him back in. A fresh snow before Christmas, I’m just happier’n a pig in slop.
Hope you are dug out by now. We won’t see my nephew (who’s 100 miles outside of Denver) till almost New Year’s–but he’s safe. Have a wonderful holiday and may children who shovel walks cheaply fill your lawn! And may Santa be shaking his hinter quickly!–Q
Merry Christmas Patty! Try and stay warm! The snow looks beautiful!
Ellen, I hope you enjoy Alpona. I may even give it another shot. I *was* fond of my aunt. 🙂
I have a dissenting view on snow. I don’t like it. I lived for twenty years in DC, where the entire area becomes paralyzed by even a slight snow since jurisdictions have held on to denial that it snows in the DC area and so do not have proper equipment to deal with it. Then I spent six years in Maine. They knew how to clear streets of snow there, but the white stuff was still subject to going from white, fluffy, fun stuff to crusty, slippery stuff, to brown stuff. The first full winter we lived in Maine, we got hit by the ice storm of the century. Now we’re in California. A place in the Sierry Nevada (nevada=snowy) annually receives the greatest accumulation of snow in the entire USA. Fortunately, we don’t live anywhere near that spot. “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow” somehere else. :d
I think I’ll pop out and check on our plants now. Some of them are in bloom. >:-)
Hey, Maria! I’m glad of your review. Was trying to decide whether I wanted a sample of Alpona. I don’t think we have the same aunt, so there’s my answer. :”>
Just a wee bit of sloppy snow here in the Twin Cities — melting already, nothing to get excited about. Actually, kind of scary in terms of global warming — we don’t seem to be having normal winters any more.
Here I am, stuck at my desk, with Aqaba Midnight Sun on one wrist, Dumont Vanille Orientale on the other. Both kind of boring. Not like yesterday, when my first sample of the day was Hermessence Osmanthe Yunnan and life felt light and shimmery! Be happy & safe, y’all.
Oooh, gorgeous, gorgeous pictures Patty! It’s actually a dream of mine to live in a little craftsman style house some day – how I envy you!
I’m also envious of your beautiful white stuff – we are getting typical December weather here in Vancouver: mild, grey and drizzly. Isn’t it great how a hush descends on a city along with a blanket of snow?
I bet it’s hilarious watching Buddy play in the snow. He is a naughty pup, but I guess that’s pretty typical behaviour for labs – they’ll snorfel just about anything they can get their paws on!
I’ve been thinking about you; please stay warm and cozy. Love the Santa:)>-
L — you have to make a trip over here for this!
Awe-inspiring, isn’t it?? @-)
We NEVER have snow like that. Hell’s bells, me wants some!
Tom — it really is a slice, isn’t it? I wouldn’t want it every year, but once every few years, it’s humbling in a way that is cozy.
E — normally December is not our snowiest month. March and April have the most snow, followed by November, I think? So this happens maybe once every 15 years that we get this much snow in the middle of winter, which means that we will be covered with snow until June. it just sets up a lot of cold, and we won’t have 70-degree days in January and February that we normall have.
And the potholes… oh, well, I’ll enjoy it right now!
No kidding? Is yours a Tudor too? I think a lot of these old brick houses build in the early 1900s were made off of the same model, down to the wrought iron on the porch, etc. My old house was a Craftsman bungalow, and there were tons of those in our neighborhood, too, all built in the early 1900s. It was like you had X model or X model or the Tudor. Crazy!
Thank you, Robin. Snow at Christmas is really the only time to have it, it just makes me happy. Now, I’ll be really pissed by next week, having to drive in it with the idiots. 🙂
I love those cripple-the-city, nature-showing-you-who’s-boss snowstorms. I remember one that hit while I was living in NYC- nobody could get in or out and I walked to work in SoHo down the middle of Broadway. It was great!
Camilla, so I take you you got the Poivre? Now, W is not fan of “clove,” and that’s all he smells with my beloved Poivre, Coup and JAR Shadow and Golconda. Men, I swear. 🙂
Pam — foggy, muggy, warm? You’re killing me. We would go hop in the hot tub, but we’d have to get on mukluks to get the three feet from the back door to it.
Snow really is fun, especially when it’s enough to make everyone just stop for a minute, take a deep breath, don’t do anything for two days, and then restart again.
Silvia, I agree! I’ve put on a couple of roasts and potatoes and some Ormonde! 🙂
Ohhhhh! you lucky dawg you! My sister told me it was snowing in denver and I almost jumped down the phone. Hopefully it will come again at the end of January when we’ll actually be there. I can’t even relate on the fragrance, since it was 70 degrees here yesterday, although I’ve been under the weather and tea for two did the trick for me. (to March’s last comment, my favorite body cream was a discontinued, luckily I was able to get an extra jar just before. This I also slathered yesterday)
Here is a freaky thing. The front of my house looks exactly like your, not just the bricks and shape, but the ironworks, the trees and yes, the POTS. Same number and very similar if not the same kind. When I opened your post I had to stare at the pic for a moment and think whether I had taken a snowy picture here or not. Then I saw Santa, which I would give my eye teeth to be able to display in our uber-conservative neighborhood. The idea that my house could have snow on it filled me with longing of snowlost days.
Lucky you! I hate snow in general, but you ought to have it at Christmas so I wish we had some. And of course you smell lovely!
En Avion and a White Christmas. I’ll admit I’m a little jealous, still waiting for Santa to deliver my Caron. As far as En Avion, what a treasure. It was really hard for me to choose between it and Poivre, as the perfume budget allows only one big bottle (for now). The En Avion is wonderful, of course, with just a hint of gasoline that somehow manages to enhance the softest leather, and on me it seems to have a subtle orange blossom powdery finish. Too bad DH didn’t appreciate it. One sniff of the vial and he said, “it smells like a latrine.” The nerve! Oh, well. Today I’m testing the Fendi Theoroma and all we have in California is freezing rain.
Patty, I was wondering how you all were doing in Denver when I heard the news this morning on the radio. Glad you’re warm and safe. Here in the Gulf South, it’s just gross. We’ve been foggy and muggy and warm for days now. I think some snow would be great.
En Avion is a stunner. So elegant and chic.
That Buddy. I see he’s up to his old tricks. You’re right. He is B-A-D. But I know you love him all the same.
International weather report: it’s foggy here in London, perfect time for Ormonde. XXX
L — crap, blog is being a little bitch this morning and not loading or saving comments. 🙂
You are NOT one of those drivers because you know well enough to stay home and leave it to those of us that LOVE plowing through drifts in great big trucks. I wish the sun would get up soon so I can go out for a spin. :d
March — I get a picture of you sitting around all hunched over your boxes of samples while the snow swirls around outside of you for ten days. It’s not that comforting, if you must know.
Fdf — yeah, exactly! What IS that? The last time I smelled that smell, I think it was the medication we put on the Cow’s teats when they has mastitis or is plastic melting up in my nose, but after that wafts away, it’s really kinda beautiful in only that way some of those old, funky Geurlains can be.
Patty, Stay warm, stay safe! 😡
OMG. A Santa who shakes his derriere? That is effing hilarious. :d I really hope he’s back to full mobility before too long.
Lovely to look at your snow, but I’m one of those people you would *not* want to have on a road w/in 10 miles of you. If there’s even a dusting, I’m housebound for the sake of the innocent public. I need to be near a subway if there’s snow.
*Wonderful* description of En Avion.
Sariah doesn’t know. It’ll be 58 degrees here all winter. Then on March 11 or so, we’ll get hit with a freak blizzard that will dump 32 inches, and we’ll all stay home for 10 days. Which is fine, because I have plenty of product to sniff.
SAriah, if they even say the word “snow” on the radio, 270 becomes a parking lot. Baffling.
Patty — that Fleur de Feu — WTF?!?! Oh, dang, I better get to the Post Office with that special thang for youuuuuuuuuuu —
Chaya, Buddy would be in the doghouse this morning if we could find one. i went to the bathroom last night and told him to stay in the office, but forgot to tell others to keep an eye on him, and he sneaked out and wolfed down the rest of our supper that was on the stove before we had a chance to put it away.
Such a pig, such a thief, he is just r-o-t-t-e-n
Sariah, i completely understand. I think Yosh’s Whiteflowrs will get some play today, but first I have to try my experiement with a ml or two to see if i can add denatured alcohol to it and make it an EDP. 🙂
L — Santa’s butt has become so sad, i can’t look anymore. His poor little motor’s burned out. I can’t even open the front door now. Though we’ve had bigger snows, so this is just a piker, it’s still fun to shut down the city for a day or two.
But today and tomorrow the crazies that don’t have a four-wheel drive will be out trying to muck around and get their Christmas dinner fixings. I really should offer the whole block to get theirs in my truck. It’s days like today that I love my great big gas-guzzling truck.
Maria — oh, yeah!!! Caron is so much fun, but no need to abandon Guerlain, think of it as a little vacation. 🙂
I really need to try Tabac Blond. Can you believe I haven’t? And Alpona. I think those are the only two I haven’t gotten to yet, and Voeu de Noel, but I’ve bought a sample of that from Diane, so that will soon be fixed.
Funny, you [and my cousin in Denver] were on my my mind this am-
I mentioned you to my family as we had our coffee [yeah, I know- we’re EARLY risers- the cavies MUST have their salad !]…
Wish I were there to hang out w/ you, and Buddy !
I have dreams of being the Iditarod lady, some fine day…
Sounds / looks wonderful Patty. I am really hoping to get some snow here in Maryland soon. This is my first winter on the East Coast and I was expecting it to be so much colder and wintery by now. I’m wearing Marc Jacobs Essence today – not very season appropriate I know, but I have been craving bright fresh florals the last few days.
Bbrrrrr and thrice bbrrrrr…. though it looks beautiful. Santa’s butt, that is.
And you smell divine, dahlink!
Patty! I thought about you all day yesterday whenever the news switched to the poor Denver reporter standing in a blizzard. Sorry Santa’s rear has lost some of its mobility.
I’m so glad you mentioned Caron again. :d I’ve been dying to tell you that you have persuaded me to set aside my Guerlain allegiance and test the power of the Dark Side.
En Avion: I’ve mentioned before that when I put it on, my nose turned red and started itching. Eventually as the top notes dried off, the rhinitis abated. Happened each of two times. I liked En Avion, and, yes, confidence sums up its effect on me too. I felt elegant and chic. Unfortunately it smelled foreign, as if people around me were wearing it instead of me.
Alpona: This is a stunning, deep chypre. I admire it. Unfortunately, every moment I had it on I remembered my auntie. She would not have had access to Alpona, but she did have a lot of Coty products. Anyway, I loved my aunt, but I don’t actually want to smell like her. I recommend the scent to anyone with a different aunt.
Tabac Blond: Ah, well! Even if I did not already know from other evidence that Ernest Daltroff was a genius, I would have guessed it from this perfume. Only a genius would dare use burnt rubber as a topnote. That was quite a shock at first. I later read that it’s supposed to emulate the acrid scent of opium-laced cigarettes. Okay, well, that makes sense of the weirdnes–in a way. Still. I hung in there. As the drydown progressed my pleasure grew and grew. What a smooth, soft, lovely scent it becomes. Now this smells like something I would be wearing–instead of the people around me. I just have to hold on while the bronco bucks.
Eau de Reglisse: This one probably doesn’t count. It’s just a refreshing, anise/licorice water that winds down into a gentle powderiness. I thought about how you can’t tolerate powderiness. I found it pleasant and will spritz it on in the summer. But it’s Tabac Blond I keep thinking about, especially its burnt rubber note.