Before we get to that, let’s talks WINNAHS!!!! Bruno (photo next week, I promise) had his inaugural spin and chose Solanace & Liz K! So – my drill: perfumeposseDOTcom (anita at) – give me your info and I will send you out some niche samples. If you have something you’d like to try (non-vintage) pls lmk and if I have it I will be happy to oblige.
Now…a bunch of nonsense. Patty talked about books (and no perfume). I’mo talk about period-pieceTV and hats and Why Don’t I Have a Maid (and no perfume)
LOL! Did you know Mercury is STILL IN RETROGRADE? Yesh. And what a beastly retrograde this has been. Normally I don’t pay that much attention to this sort of thing but this time there has been so freaking much drama that I had to check it out. The planetary insanity lasts through the 28th, I believe (in true Retrograde fashion I’ve misplaced my calendar)….I’m laying low until then! Gym, yoga, walk the dog, get the eggs, go back to bed. Unless you are Publisher’s Clearing House or DHL with a package from Graff, don’t ring my doorbell.
And it’s not only cold, it’s COLD! That stupid Polar Vortex is BACK. -10F tonight. Are you kidding me? The weatherman looks entirely too smug about this. He needs a slap. I’m all about slapping the messenger these days.
Perfumed Nail Polish. How did I miss this? Revlon ParfumerieTM has a bunch of scented nail polishes in cuteCUTE little perfume bottles. I found these at Target and was entranced. SOOOO cute, with scents like Italian Leather, African Tuberose, Ginger Melon and a Linen one (forgot the persack name). I figured the Leather and Tuberose would give me the best representation of the scents. Well. First, lemmetellya: the colors? DIVINE. Solid coverage (2 quick slicks and you’re done!). The scents? Well, right out of the bottle, they stink like stank-ho stink. Urrk! Then I read the instructions! Oh. You have to wait until they are dry for the scent to emerge. Oh. Okay. So they dried (rock-hard finish, btw). The results:
Italian Leather – smells like: Cotton Candy & toulene
African Tuberose – smells like: A LOT of Cotton Candy & toulene
Ginger Melon: – Cotton Candy that’s left in a jar of jalapenos? Or maybe a jar of toulene
the worst part is when you bring your hand up to your face. That’s when the true Better Living Through Chemistry vibe comes through. The good news? It put me off my fries. Dang. I really wanted those fries.
Hats: so. Here’s my question. Why did women stop wearing hats? I know the whole JFK Killed the Hat Industry legend (uh, btw – no. remember his morning suit and silk topper? SO elegant).. but what about women? What happened? I’ve been watching Miss Fisher Mysteries & Poirot, both set in the 20s & 30s and…omgosh! Hats! I was looking at photos of my mom as a young woman – the hats are so fabulous! I know! I KNOW! How we fought for Freedom! (freedom!) and The Age of Aquarius and Boom Shakalakalaka and Burn that Bra, baby!….but…dangit! Cloches! Homburgs! Red lipstick! Wraps! Roadsters. Dashing!
Of course, it’s hard as hell to be dashing when it’s -10F outside and you are slipping along the sidewalk…or, in my current life…what sidewalk? But a gal can dream, right? Those times look good, viewed on the DVR from This Time, especially with the makeup and lighting and the soundtrack…I love the idea of ‘staff’ (this is a BBC fantasy, okay? I am so sure that were I to go back to 1918 I would be staff, not have staff. Alas. So let me have my butler, my housekeeper and my lady’s maid, at least in my dreams, okay? )
But the hats! And the muffs! I’ve always loved those huge muffs (the ones that hang down to mid-thigh) v. the cute little figure skater bonbons – and oh, you know the stoles? Not the capelike stoles like my mother wore but the long, wide, flat Marlene Dietrich stoles…when women referred to their ‘furs’ it was usually because it was a whole buncha furs! Now, I no longer wear furs and certainly would not buy a new fur for any reason other than I was being thrown out onto the steppes and it was the last thing left on the rack. But…again with the fantasy, okay? In my fantasy the furs just magically come into being and they are fabulous, as am I, with the lipstick and the cloche. And I’m on my way to M. Poirot’s flat in Montague Mansions to persuade him to come down to my country house for the weekend to help retrieve my diamonds.
If you could live in a different era, which one would it be?