Hi, eerryyone! ‘Tis moi, Musette, filling in for Cinnamon today~ Leaping and Hopping! That’s the temps around here – yesterday it was 81F – and a solid 81F at that – none of this ‘feels like’ stuff. A lovely, warm almost-Autumn day! Very sunny, so I stuck with Hawaiian Tropic so my skin doesn’t turn to scales. Smelled fabbo, though!
Woke up to 58F and a driving rain. I haven’t been out of the house because Driving Rain! After my morning mat work I decided to indulge myself in some Me Time, which included picking out a fragrance to marinate in (M. Jacques does not care)
I. Do. Not. Care.
Choosing a perfume was actually more difficult that I would’ve thought – it’s chilly enough that I have on a fleece top but I’m in shorts on the bottom (granted, they’re fleece – but SHORTS!). I looked at Ambre Grisea and it looked right back at me and asked ‘are you suuure?’ because once it’s on, it’s AWN! And I really need to be in a cable-knit sweater – in October – for the ol’ AG. So no joy, there.
Speaking of joy, I popped the top on vintage Joy, thinking that creaminess would work well in the sudden damp/wet chill. Newp! That thing leapt back in the bottle like something was after it!
Ditto the fizzies (the Lubin, that other Love & Toast Gin Blossom, etc).
It was grim, me thinking I might (gasp!) go the entire transitional day sans perfume. Then it hit me – the perfect Summer to Autumn (even if only for a day or two) transitional perfume is my old standby, Chanel No5! But NOT the perfume – or even the EdT. The body cream. Great lashings of it! Unwearable in extreme heat, it’s perfect for this weather, where the rosiness is the perfect frame for the aldehydes, keeping them from fizzing into the stratosphere (it’s also a great time to wear Coty L’Aimant but I don’t have body cream so.. shrug)
Right now feels like Autumn is here! but this ain’t my first disco – we’re not even in October yet – so I know it’s going to soar into the 80s and 90s before we settle into a full-on cinnamon roll time of year. So I’m going to have to figure out my transitional scents. I’m thinking it’s the perfect time for both Cuir de Lancome and Uncle Serge’s Daim Blond; after all, they both skew ‘apricot’ to me, and now is stone fruit season so……
…speaking of stone fruit, I thought I’d lost my whole and entire mind. On Wednesday the last of the peaches (about 100-120 of them) were at the perfect ripeness for picking, but I was jammed with work and couldn’t get to them. Thursday am I went out to pick them … and they were all gone. Not half, not most…ALL! It was so strange that I thought I might’ve imagined those 100+ peaches! Luckily a farmer friend told me of several friends of hers who’d had the same experience over the years. Apparently SQUIRRELS! keep a close eye on ripeness and will denude a tree in a nanosecond! Welp. Lesson learned. Luckily I did get some of the early peaches.
And speaking of peaches, I was going to try Mitsouko – but, to be honest, I was a bit skeered. Mitsy is perfection itself but she’s got a vicious weasel side to her and if you put her on in the wrong temps she can beat you like you stole something! I just wasn’t up for wrassling with her. Mitsouko never loses.
I. Never. Lose.
So. Here’s my question for this Monday: what do you turn to when the weather turns – but it’s just for a day or two?
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