Yesterday it was 54F, sun BLAZING! The Girl and I spent the bulk of the day in the garden doing garden-y things (cutting back peonies and weird suckers, etc, sitting there staring at each other and the light).. in between times we took several nice walks and reveled in the sunshine. I have (gasp!) DAFFODILS trying to poke their heads out of the ground. Crazy, beautiful weather. I wore Pamplemousse Rose. That warm, sparkly citrus was perfect for a faux-Spring day, while also giving a nod to the onset of Citrus Season.
Today? Gale-force winds, 30s and a mizzling rain; you know the one where, even if you are wearing a turtleneck, that ONE raindrop manages to roll down your neck and freeze you to the marrow? Yeah. that one. I hope those daffodils will think better of it and go back to bed. For some reason, the sudden downward change in temps resulted in a low-level, skritchy rage – I feel like a dragon or a griffon… or a T-Rex. Or maybe all 3. No particular reason- probably a lethal cocktail of menopausal flux, weather, lockdown-lite, weather… did I mention weather? I dithered about my choice of perfume – first I was thinking Mitsouko, then I realized that was an invitation to a ride in the back of a SWAT van… or an ambulance. Donna Karan Gold was my 2nd choice and I reached for it, prepared to spray…. then I remembered that there is a rotting-fruit note therein that, normally, intrigues me (I think it’s the lily and amber combination..?). Well, today it was catastrophic! At first sniff I could feel my teeth sharpening and extending…. wth? NOTHING is going on to make all that drama – but… welp!
So back to the mirror tray went DK Gold.
No 5 was the next option but even in my whirling state I knew that being in the same room with a hefty slug of 5 would result in me breaking something – or someone. She’s my battleaxe – but she’s also That Friend who always instigates crap, y’know? ‘oh, c’mon… look at the LOOK on his face (regarding some guy in the grocery who is just wanting to get some bacon)… you could probably take him out with a pork loin. C’mon… he probably deserves it’
Buh-bye, 5. I’m not going to jail behind your Crazy.
I couldn’t go commando because Must. Wear. Perfume. But just trying to choose was freaking me right the hell OUT!
Until I stumbled upon Arpege (well, not really stumbled – it’s sitting right there on my dresser, in a basket of about 11 iterations)… I realized that, on its own, vintage Arpege extrait had a few too many teeth… but vintage Arpege extrait layered under vintage Arpege edt and then, after all is settled down a bit, a quick spray of the lemony (almost Lemon Pledge) current Arpege ? Just sublime. It was a bit of a counterirritant, with the lemon blurring the vintage just enough that I kept wondering what I’d put on! A really pretty combo, though. And it settled me right down. Or maybe that was the light sedative I took. Either way, I felt better and smelled great!
I suspect the coming weeks will require me to come up with a few more teeth-retracting scents (or scent layerings). Any ideas? And how do you get through the skritchies? And do you think I should up my meds? 😉