Hi! from the Frozen Wasteland of Central IL. I know it’s colder in other places but I’m not there and as far as I’m concerned -15F is about as far as I’m wanting to go, okay? I would’ve happily spent the last 3 Days of Horror inside but I. Have. Chickens. Stupid Birds. Four times a day they got let out of their coop. Me, freezing my tuckes off, standing there with a pitcher of hot water in case they got their feet stuck to the tundra. sigh. 5-7 minutes in -15F is okay. Minutes 1-3 are weird. Minutes 4-6 are getting kinda ‘iffy’. 6-10? I’m picking up chickens and throwing them up the ramp! And…who is dumb enough to step INTO THE WATER and then back onto subzero tundra? I’ll give you one guess: it starts with C and it ends with S and that rhymes with morons.
And you can forget about the eggs. If I don’t get them as they are coming out of the bird, they’re toast. Or the opposite of toast. Since they’re frozen. Frozen toast? I just Googled ‘frozen toast’. Um………I didn’t know they made frozen toast. Why? Considering you still have to put it in the toaster….why not just put bread in the toaster? What am I missing here?
Not a lot to say about perfume right now. I’m working on a post about Orange perfumes (and I’m still eating Cuties by the bagful) so I’m a bit distracted….but here are some perfume-ish thoughts:
I’m going to tie this photo into a rantlet about perfume. Just hang with me for a minute. Okay, so when I was in 5th grade we moved and ta-daa! changed schools. At St Felicitas the cool girls were, apparently, not required to wear The Dreaded Shoe Boots (aka galoshes) in the snow. They would walk to school in their penny loafers, their little Irish knees beet red in the bitter cold. Lord knows how they could even feel their toes! But they were the Cool Girls. And oh, how I wanted to be a Cool Girl (yeah, Sadface). So I would dutifully wear my Shoe Boots ….and then, once I was away from my mother’s gimlet eye, I would stash those boots under a bush in Mrs Bradley’s backyard. Then away I would trudge, snow in my socks, risking amputation with every step. In my 20s I wanted to look sexxaaay! So I wore super cute little zip up high-heeled boots, in calfskin. In Chicago. In February. Miracle Toes, I’m tellinya. I remember being in such shrieking pain, so many times. But Nobody Cool wore snow boots.
Fast forward to now. sqooo that. See those boots up there? See those bright red ICE CLEATS? I’d wear those to meet Idris Elba. They’re warm and the cleats keep me from falling on my ample rear. I got ’em in RED because I. Don’t Care. If Idris lived here he’d wear them, too!
So….the perfume angle? Well, I still hear a lot of apology and sheepish explanation given for liking something ‘mainstream’ or ‘lowbrow’. I was going to sermonize on that but Tama Blough beat me to it. She says (and I agree) No Snobbery. What is it about our species? Not 3 minutes after something beautiful or joyful is discovered, there is a cadre of folks who want to qualify and quantify it. We don’t judge on the Posse – can I just tell you? I can’t count the times I’ve followed some woman down the grocery aisle, sniffing like a Bluetick…and then I find the perfume I’ve been loving is that damn Britney Spears Fantasy. After the 4th or 5th time I got completely over myself. I like it. It smells GOOD! So love or hate, it’s fine – but do so for real, okay?
Oooh! Marooned the entire weekend. So cold I can’t even open the freakin’ curtains! What’s a gal to do? Make BREAD! I rarely eat bread..but when I do, it’s homemade, with a crispy crust and hot out of the oven, soaked in buttah! And the smell? O.M.G!!! It took a full day to rise and I rushed the second rise but …O.M.G. This, my friends, is the reason the Universe made Unsalted butter.
Okay – I need to get back to my Orange post (I dunno how Patty does these. It’s HARD WORK!). But before I leave – here’s the winner from the New Year’s Post: Sarah! C’mon DOWN! lmk where to send some samples: anita (at) perfumeposse (and we’re ‘com’ – sorry for all the drama but I get at least 300 spams a day)
The restayouse? Let me know how you’re coping in the Polar Vortex or, if you live somewhere that is Vortex-free, make us jeally! Australians! Talk to me of heat waves! And ocean waves . If you live in Minneapolis, do you still have your extremities? – 20F? What the hell is up with THAT? Carmine is in the mood to poke the random dot.org button again. And I have samples – again. Would love to do a giveaway.
oh! One last photo: see, this is how things happen here. One day it’s 40F and you have some old Avon bottles on the railing outside…next day….fooom! And no, they did not freeze!