This is going to be a rambler because I’m feeling kinda rambly these days. Not a whole lotta lotta going on these past few weeks – I am blessed to be living in a somewhat Uninteresting Time and am delighting in it. And until today it’s been too hot to focus on perfume (spritz it on, sweat it off!) so there’s no real review. So let’s ramble a bit, shall we? Note: there are lots of links and fits and starts and stops. Click or ignore at will.
What I’m listening to: my Summer music rotation. Same rotation for the past 20 years. Do you guys have seasonal music? Not Christmas, ya goobers – more weather-related. I have definite Summer music, stuff that just sounds weird if the windows aren’t open. Pat Metheny Group (early 80s-2005 or so) is quintessential ‘music in the car with the windows down’ Summertime. Ditto my beloved Beloved, Marvin Gaye. “What’s Going On?” ‘Distant Lover’ – they just sound right in Summertime, which is sort of ironic since that album is one of the most philosophically dark and deep of its generation – and still relevant today. Eliane Elias’s gorgeous Brazilian piano evoking sun-kissed skin and mojitos. Yeah, I know, I need to listen to some current music. I’ll do that in October, okay?
What I’m sniffing : I went on a Walmart bender last week. Justin Bieber’s Someday. My 8yr old grandaughter would love this , except for the flower bottle, which is too girly for her. It enraged me, it was so dishwater-blah. I know. I KNOW!! It’s for little girls who have a crush on Justin Bieber and I’m sure it has completely funded his retirement. But it still pissed me off. Someday? Not here. I bought her the Harajuku Lovers Love (that was Sephora, not Walmart) . I wanted to buy the pink one but this is the girl who broke my heart with the Spider-Man sheets. No pink. But she did say she likes perfume – just not anything in my perfume closet. She likes fruity-floral. She said ‘fruity’ so I brought out Marc Jacobs Lemon (LEMON IS A FRUIT). That went over like pinkeye at a makeup party. . I haven’t given the Harajuku to her yet- hope the doll isn’t a bust… Maybe she can dress her in a Spider Man costume. One of you lovely Posse mentioned getting lots of compliments whilst wearing Britney Spears Fantasy (or was it Midnight Fantasy?). I was intrigued. Went at it, snob-radar on Vaporize. Hoist! on my own petard! Fantasy is actually very nice!!! But I refuse to wear it on the grounds that if I did and I got more compliments on it than on Epic or Carnal Flower I would have to kill myself. White Diamonds. Did you guys know it’s the TWENTIETH ANNIVERSARY of White Diamonds? I love the WD ad, showcasing Liz, draped in Mike Todd’s jewelry gifts, listening to Eddie Fisher at the Tropicana……draped in MIKE TODD’S JEWELRY…
…poor Eddie. Schlub never stood a chance. More rambling: I’m not a Liz’s Personal Life fangirl (though I know her jewelry like I know my own) but I have always wondered…had Mike Todd not died, would there have been a Taylor/Burton? Would Mike have stood the test of time? He was pretty heavy-duty and, until he died, the love of her life. hmmm… Todd v. Burton. Clash of the Titans.
Anyway, I’d forgotten how STRONG White Diamonds goes on. Zounds! I was stuck in the car with myself for 56 minutes of sheer hell, with those diamonds slicing their way through my nasal passages…and I was just about to cry ‘uncle!’ , gnaw my arm off and fling it out the window…when this undeniably beautiful scent came drifting up. It proceeded to enchant me through the afternoon..but I confess I am not woman enough to withstand the first hour. Too bad it couldn’t stay suspended in air for awhile, so I could come back and put it on after it settled down. Or buy an extra arm.
What I’m reading: Summer in the garden is perfect for reading. I owe the Posse so many thanks. Because of you I fell in love with Louise Penny‘s Inspector Gamache series and am eagerly awaiting the newest. Deborah Harkness. Patty introduced me to Alyssa, who introduced me to Deborah at the virtual ‘mixer’ that is Posse. Read ‘A Discovery of Witches’ over the course of a weekend. Gnashed my teeth, waited for Shadow of Night. Did everything I could not to devour it in a day. Stretched it out for 3. Magical. A lovely mingling of fantasy, science, history….the ladies in my book club are now enthralled. All, of course, except the woman who called me a Demon. I doubt she will want to read a book that has actual demons in it. Might get Demon Juice on her. M.J. Rose’s series (just not all in a row). Marlene Dumas‘s monograph. Eleanor Brown’s The Weird Sisters (Shakespeare and siblings. I’m already in love) Alyssa’s gorgeous memoir, Coming to My Senses. Denyse’s The Perfume Lover, which I held off reading until I got the perfume. Uh, Fifty Shades of Grey? Don’t bother. TPL (and Seville a l’Aube) is true eroticism. I never demand that you guys try a scent. Except now. Get thee to Surrender to Chance and get a sample. You will thank me. Hate orange blossom? Never mind. I did, too.
What I’m Wearing: This ridiculous photo doesn’t do this Harlan Simon bead justice but I kind of like the soft-focus image (aka ‘spin’ for I Take Terrible Photos) . Harlan, who lives in the SF Bay area, does the most exquisite glasswork. When I first saw this, my heart skipped a beat. Snakes are one of my totems…..I’m not sure how he got this gorgeous little snake inside this gorgeous little bead…but I wear him as my talisman against eeeeeEvil, of which there seems to be Way Too Much. There’s a very cool page on the history of Judaica and glassmaking here. Harlan’s work is a gorgeous link in a 4000-yr tradition. Typical artist, though. I had to dig like a mole to find his FB page . Then I got to the beads……
What I’m eating. More avocados than you can shake a stick at. I love avocados. Remember when they LOVED Angie Dickinson and the avocado? Then they shrieked at the avocado? Said it was BAD? Well, apparently now it is a Nearly Perfect Food. This is why I have decided to ignore ‘them’ (whoever ‘they’ are ) and just eat like I have some sense. So…avocadoes with jalapenos – sates cravings like nobody’s business, Salsa made with tomatoes, onions, peppers and cilantro out of my garden. Eggs from our neighbor chickens. Lots of water. Broccoli (I love broccoli) and Swiss chard from the garden. Why? Why eschew the pizza and chocolate cake? Well…. it’s like this: I look like Jabba the Hut, my blood sugar is over the top and I’m freaking tired of the whole ‘feeling bleeargh’ thing. So I have cut out tons of carbs and sugar – except watermelons. The little boy down the street grew his first batch of melons this year (he’s 9). and watermelon is actually low in sugar (they say – now) and a great diuretic. And he’s 9. And he grew them all by himself. Even if I hated watermelon I would buy a couple. Luckily, I love watermelon. And it doesn’t spike my hypoglycemia. Peeing like a racehorse and feeling way better than I have in ages!
What I’m doing: Yoga. Lots of yoga. Knee still busted. Heel still hurts. Walking, my favorite exercise, is still somewhat perilous. So… Yoga is my savior. Amazing how ‘nice’ yoga is. Found a pilates resistance bar under my bed – still in the box. Pulled it out. Huh. another Amazing. I’d forgotten how good exercise feels. My stomach is already tightening up. You know, you guys could’ve said something…
I am a growin’ fool, always have been but I’m terrified of canning. Around here, every woman (and some men) worth their tomatoes can – and do – can. I have buckets of tomatoes and peppers and more on the way and I want to make salsa. Which tastes nasty frozen. Squoo it. I’m gonna CAN, baby. A canner promises to check my jars to make sure they’re okay. If you hear sirens….
(btw – this is NOT my canning handiwork. I stole this from foodchannel.com. I can only hope mine turns out as nice. And doesn’t explode. Or Occupy Wyoming. Or kill us all in our sleep. )
So that’s it for me. What’s Going On in your world? If you’re wearing White Diamonds, come sit by me. But only after the first hour, okay?