I’m laying my cards on the table here. I’m not going to pretend that maybe you haven’t noticed yet that I’m running a little dry in the perfume department. But since this is allegedly a perfume blog, and since the idea of writing these posts without bringing to your attention – or reviewing – some fabulous find, old or new, is causing me a fair amount of discomfort, hey. At least I’ll put on my hairshirt today and admit it. (The hairshirt, if it existed, would be freshly washed in that Aqua Universalis laundry scent from Maison Francis Kurkdjian.)
I am spending a lot less time online. I can waste time online like nobody’s business, but at some point comes the realization that my butt’s starting to resemble my comfy, sadly-discontinued rolling desk chair from IKEA, which I think was called Traktor. (Here’s an image I swiped off eBay, does anyone remember it?) Anyhow, for time-suck reduction purposes I’ve more or less abandoned my FaceBook account and placed a temporary moratorium on eBay. I’m halfway through my impulse-buy of ten days of hot yoga for ten bucks (what could be better in August in Washington?) and getting out and doing stuff with – oh, those things! Things one through four – the kids! Thing one’s doing the yoga with me. Today we took Hecate and Buckethead for the first time to the elusive, wildly under-promoted BrickFair out in East Jesus Chantilly at the Dulles Expo Center, billed as “the largest LEGO fan festival in the U.S.,” which…. can I just say? How fricking amazing it was?
I am not particularly interested in Legos, except in terms of trying to keep them off the damn floor all over the house because they hurt like hell if you step on them barefoot in the dark. I threaten to vacuum them all up periodically. (I mostly buy them by the random bucketful on eBay, since those kits are like $80 or more). The Dullas Expo Center was full of people who are somewhere between my knees and my chest in height. If Legos themselves do not seem, technically, to have a smell, the giant expo hall certainly did, and I will leave it to your imagination. (Okay – blend of sweat, sunscreen, heatlamp, plastic, electrical component, ozone, hot pretzel and random whiff of poopy diaper.) However, BrickFair has the greatest sound ever – it’s a cavernous space filled with bazillions of little Lego bricks being assembled and whacked together in all their various displays – and the gentle click-snapping of a bazillion Lego bricks is – no, seriously – an excellent sound. It’s ebullient and oddly soothing, simultaneously. BrickFair has competition categories (e.g., Castle, Battlefield, Bionicle, Motorized, etc.) but no age categories – so there’s stuff there built by eight-year-olds and their grandparents. I spent 20 minutes talking to a neat 15-year-old kid from California who’d built a great LOTR battlefield scene, and almost half an hour watching the Giant Robotic Lego Chess Game. I would have loved to see the Lego Robot Sudden-Death Jousting but couldn’t shove enough rugrats out of my way to get a clear view. Next year, maybe. My kids had fun, but they didn’t have any more fun than I did. Hot tip – wear something easy to find! I loved the group of six boys wearing matching striped lime-green shirts. I lost the Cheese and the twins for almost an hour. Here’s the sad way my brain works: oh, I’ll just look for the middle-aged white guy in the tee shirt with the two seven-year olds, how hard could that be? Uh. Well… next year I’m painting everyone’s heads electric blue or something similar.
So, I am wearing perfume (although not to yoga, or the kids’ doctor, dentist or ortho checkups, or the speech therapist’s office.) I’m wearing Eau de Merveilles, I think my bottle’s gotten skankier than it used to be? I swear. More cumin-y. The temperature’s moderated, so I tried some Worth Courtesan, but it wasn’t love. I’ve been pulling random bottles off the shelf with deliberate lack of thought and spraying them on, pretending I’ve never smelled them before, and just … enjoying them for the day. Or until I scrub. Whichever comes first. (I admit: I have not worn Rush, Addict, Opium or Poison recently. It just seems too cruel to those around me.)
So here we are, folks. What should I do? I have no desire or interest in giving the blog up (the Posse is, and remains, my favorite time-suck online.) But what am I going to do if I can’t offer you some new perfumey inspiration? When I started this in 2006 (?) I did it because it was supposed to be fun, and it is fun, but me guilt-tripping myself for not having a decent post featuring something new and wonderful/wretched, that part’s got to stop. There isn’t a single scent in my regular rotation that I haven’t blogged on at least once, and I’m not going to repeat myself over and over.
It’s August, half of you are probably at the beach. What do the rest of you think we should do about this no-new-perfume-inspiration situation?
image: I can’t find my camera connector cord, so here’s an image from (I believe) BrickFair 2009, from this website if you’d like to see some more amazing construction. If you click on the image on here it should enlarge, btw.