I keep asking March “have you seen the movie The Core?” whenever we discuss the last 3 weeks of my weird-assed life. Actually, my life isn’t that weird-assed, just these past 3 weeks. In The Core, Aaron Eckhart and (swoon) Stanley Tucci are attempting to sling up the last nuclear bomb to try to restart the Earth’s core – y’all just know this isn’t going to end well – for somebody. Well, Aaron Eckhart gets pinned by the bomb and Stanley grunts his guts out, trying to free him – it looks baaad for Aaron. Then there’s a bump in the magma and suddenly Aaron is free – and STANLEY (gasp!) is pinned. More grunting, then Stanley pushes Aaron out the rapidly closing door, thus saving the entire world (yay, Stanley!!)
gonna get ugly, fast!
I’ve been Aaron. And I narrowly missed being Stanley. In fact, I am still sitting here, wondering how the confluence of events ended up working for me (yet another movie (song) reference “I Must’ve Done Something Good”. My personal life, which hasn’t been great for quite awhile, did not implode – it exploded! And nearly exploded all over me! But! I am now in a ‘righted’ place and The Girl and I are safe and sound (and we’re totally FINE, I promise. We are safe at home and things are just fine!).
But! During the past 3 weeks, it’s been so topsy-turvy and batshit crazy that I often wondered how I was going to manage without going to prison or having to stay at a Super 8 (those with Giant Dogs will understand ;-). During that time, I wore only one perfume, to hold my atoms together while I tried to navigate the crazy. I don’t know if you remember Ann’s recollection of her son’s near-drowning and how, during those long, awful days at the hospital, she wore Kai for strength and support. March’s go-to for support during difficult times is Kenzo Amour, with its steamed rice accord.
Mine? Surprise! It was NOT Chanel No5. In fact, No5 was actually a bit shrieky and nauseating on me. Nor was it my other GWS, Mitsouko.
It was Amouage Beloved. I’ve been trying to figure out why it was so comforting during this time of outrageous weirdness and I think it goes along with what March said about Amour, that it has a soft support that gave her strength (I probably boogered that up but it’s close to what she said, I swear!). I think that’s what Beloved offered – it’s such a structured perfume – a real PERFUME – but beyond the strength of that structure is a layer of softness, like a St John suit made of cashmere and silk.
thank you!
I’m not trying to be deliberately coy, here. I’m just worn out and still dazed by the bizarre negatives and then positive reversals of fortune (March and I haven’t been able to do much more than laugh – no, more of a cackle!, it really was that weird). And I am SO grateful to the folks who did/do know the whole story and stepped in to make things go right for me. It takes a village to get through the damb day, sometimes – and I am grateful AF for my village (which seems to happily increase! I am blessed, indeed).
And, happily , Beloved shrugged off any associations with the Batshittiness of the past 3 weeks and remains just as lovely (and wearable) as ever! I thought it might carry some residual ick but she said ‘bish, please. Ain’t no thang but a chicken wang’ (said in her best Jackie Kennedy whisper 😉
At some point I may share (and now? it’s kinda funny, so don’t WORRY)- but for now, just know that TG and I are fine, we are safe and I am not in jail. And since we are fine, safe and not in jail, we’d like to know what perfume is your protector? Have you ever needed one? Did the choice turn out to be one you didn’t expect? (I would’ve bet BIG money on No5 being The One – but it wasn’t). Lmk. TG and I will pull a winner and we’ll send you a scrab of Beloved.
xoxoxo
Sorry you went through a hard time but you know – all’s well that ends well. I’m glad that your mission on planet Earth is not over.
Thinking about my perfumes that help me master hard times, the most important is Feminite du Bois which always brings a smile on my face and happy memories to my mind.
Oh jeez. Sorry to hear you’ve had a go of it lately. Wonky stuff wanting to creep in and disturb the peace all the time. Sheesh! Anyhow, glad you’ve got a village watching your back!
I’m so sorry to hear of your recent misfortune. That’s the pits. Prayers that all is right in your world now, Anita, or getting that way. Our pup had to have emergency surgery on Halloween evening for swallowing a sewing needle several days earlier…he had snarfed it off of an end table in the living room, the little booger. So he was our Franken-dog, all stapled up and drugged to the gills. He’s recovering well, Thank God. During all this mess, Chanel scents, a bunch of different ones, have been great for me because they’re so serene — like that elegant swan that floats on top of the water while it’s paddling madly underneath!
I think it helps a bit to know that we all have difficult and even awful times in our lives. Wishing you only the absolute best always. As to perfume, I can only guess. Recently Patchouli Nobile came up and I think that could do it for me. The other possibility would be dark roses with smooth edges.
I was on the edge of my seat as well Musette! What in the world happened? Alas, all is well with you and The Girl, that is all that matters in the end and it seems you and March had a good chuckle/cackle. And you smelled gorgeous through it all! Besides Chanel, Amouage is a runner up suit of armour for me. But Fate or Lyric. when I need strength I often reach for Chanel Coromandel.
I am glad you are ok <3 And I am sorry you had to go through it, whatever it was.
I very recently went through a death in the family. I wore Camel every day. It was just such a nice hug every morning. This was September in Maryland, mind, so it was warm and humid even in the morning. Nonetheless, it helped me.
First, let me say that I am glad you are okay. I do not know what you been through but fourteen years ago, I went through something horrible that landed me in shock trauma (I won’t go into any details here). I have never again worn the perfume I was wearing at that tim , but since then my comfort perfume has been Hermes Hiris.
Oh Ms A, hugs and slugs to you – slugs of your favorite booze, not garden slugs! Wow. Well, I was incarcerated in a mental health institution for a week once, and through everything that got me there as well as the time being there, it was Bulgari Au The Blanc that made all the difference. Go figure.
I am glad you and the girl are safe and you have friends to laugh you out of the craziness, that’s so important. But I am totally not surprised about Beloved, I find it soothing as well. It is beautiful but undemanding, helping you bear up under whatever is weighing you down. I would likely have made the same choice.
I have no idea what’s going on, but you are so beloved that I’m glad a perfume of that name armored you up to deal with it! And I’m frankly stunned that Mitsouko was nowhere near you! I definitely get the sense in relying on a scent with structure — I’d need something with a lot of backbone, but soft around the edges. Jolie Madame, maybe? Anyways, gentle hugs to you.
Omg, Musette! I was about to chew my nails hearing your turmoil (and you didn’t even splain what happened!) But I’m glad you’re not incarcerated. Or in traction. Anyhoo, my rock of Gibraltar perfume is Tocade. Don’t really know why. But it comes through when needed.