Well, I’m not really a ‘blue lady’. I’m just exhausted with work projects (YAY!) and a little scared for my baby boy (BOOOO!) . Bruno is blind as a stump. Again. We tried to step him down off his meds but his immune system said ‘whaaaaaaat?’ and kicked up a fuss sumpin’ AWFUL! Happened Friday, while his doc was still in the office, so we walked over there and I. Did. Not. Freak. Out. No shriekage. No cryage. Though El O did have to come get him because his platelets are low again (but still in the 6-figs) and she didn’t want him walking home and I guess I was getting a little wild around the eyeballs meself. So Wl O came to the vet, I settled down a bit, he drove Bruno and I walked home to settle my nerves so nobody had to get hurt, y’know? Bruno’s back on Everything and he’s adjusting,with sight coming and going -actually a little more freaked out this time than last, wanting to stay very, very close – he’s thrilled to go for short walks, as long as I talk him through it – sometimes he’ll get to the end of his leash, get all ‘whoa! I don’t think I know this grass!!!?’ at which point I stop and talk to him so he can orient himself. He’ll come over, bump my leg as if to say ‘oh, there you are!’, then he’ll resume the walk). Despite that, he’s in great doggy spirits, doesn’t get mad when I call him ‘Ray’ or ‘Stevie’ (and yes, I am Just. That. Bad. but this is scary so I have to whistle in the dark, just a leeetle bit and Ray did just fine, thank you very much and Stevie rocks on!)…….do you know when I was writing this I kept thinking ‘it’s Friday! YAY!’ – sigh. It’s been a long couple of days. Lots of good stuff in those days & Bruno is going to be FINE – but these are long days, indeed.
When I knew we were going back down that dark path, I threw on some Amouage Dia extrait. I couldn’t manage the aldehydic chewiness of Number 5 or Gold (I know, right? you know it’s bad when I can’t slap on the 5). Dia has that Grace Kelly carnation-rose feel (I put Dia, Beloved and the fabulous new Journey at that table on the terrace) – it required that I behave in a manner worthy of it, so I did.
I walked home to a big ol’ box of fabulous from Beautyhabit (reminder: you still have until 31May for free ground shipping (contiguous US only) – code: POSSE)…knowing my love for rose Paula sent me a couple of samples along with my ginormous bottle of Alteya Bulgarian Rose Water. This is a beautiful, softly scented floral water, perfect for spritzing to fix your foundation or just spritzing to cheer yourself up. I decanted mine into a spritzer because 500 mls is a bit hard to pick up and spray. I will definitely decant some into a 5-ml sprayer and carry it with me. It’s rose without screaming ROSE! I have always used rosewater and no, I couldn’t begin to tell you if it really does anything meaningful to my actual skin – but it always makes me feel pretty and pampered – and I figure that’s at least half the plan right there. This one smells great and feels good and the extremely fussy Teresa likes it, so that’s good enough for me!
Then, continuing on the Rose-strewn Path of Fabulosity: you all know of my deep and abiding love for Diptyque Creme Riche, with its rose/myrrh combination – it’s one of the few rose creams that doesn’t go all sour on me (and Lyric does. not. count. since it’s in a jeweled world all its own). I hate that stupid, ergonomically vicious glass jar but…oooh, what’s inside! I didn’t think they could do a better rose…but I was WRONG! Eau Rose Body Veil Lotion is the stuff of miracles: a straight-up rose that isn’t obnoxiously ROSE – and doesn’t sour on my skin. And it comes in a plastic, ergonomically-correct bottle!!!
I was hunting around the armoire for a rose scent that would compliment all this Rose Glory – and you know what? I just realized that the best roses for me are ones that are mixed with warm incense, especially frankincense or myrrh – oooh, Paestum Rose. I got this sample at Luckyscent, back at the Scentsation, threw it in a box and forgot all about it because I hate the living heck out of their bottle designs. There. I said it. I am boringly Old-ass Old School when it comes to perfume bottles. You can put a little charm around the neck, and lawd knows I loves me a tassel but anything else and I kinda get all ‘you kids get the hell off my lawn!’. Too bad…because the juice inside that milkbottlewiththefunnywritin’ is GLORIOUS! It’s that myrrh thing – I swear. That and frankincense seem to knock out the sour note that plague so many otherwise gorgeous rose scents.
Which may be why Lyric is still in a class by itself. But you already know that.
Interestingly, the Diptyque rose fragrance fell completely flat on me. Isn’t that weird? After all that Bath and Body Love….a big ol’ waah-waaaah-waaah… not bad – and no sourness……just sort of a snooze.
Ann Gerard’s much-anticipated Rose Cut (I love the ambiguity of the name. Diamonds? Flowers? Both?) – it’s a sassy little rose, veers theeees close to the sour but peels off in another direction before the vinegar takes hold. I like it – a lot – but I think it’s a bit too linear for me and it only lasts about 20 minutes on my skin.
That’s my walk down Rose Lane. I love roses, especially pink roses – they always feel like the epitome of floral luxury. It’s been a great way to settle myself down during this hectic time. what flower(s) do that for you?