White Stuff. So. Much. White. Stuff. As I write this I’m sitting in my office, staring out at a blindingly White world. We’ve had snow (a lot) then ice (a lot) then A Lot More Snow. And now we have dense fog. The result is like living in a very cold down pillow. TGirl and I stagger around the park perimeter, steering clear of the 14″ of treacherous icy snow – the kind that breaks under your feet. Flippin’ POOP! already, so we can go home!. These are forced marches, these forays into the White. I’m in my red ice cleats, wielding a bright green, broken-off mop handle that succumbed to metal fatigue – the jagged, rusted end is great for gaining purchase on the ice layer below the snow’s surface. It’s a very elegant look, very posh.
Normally I would just turn my back on it, keep Gardeners’ World on repeat and pray for April to hurry the hell up… but this year I’ve decided to …. embrace it.. sort of. The ice cleat walks, for example… and on those walks I’m looking UP, rather than just gritting my teeth and getting through it, and am being rewarded by all sorts of unexpected loveliness. The ice storm has covered each individual branch with a gorgeous layer of sparkle and the foggy air has provided a gauzy overlay that lets the spangle still shine through. Sheer beauty. Even if it is treacherous AF.
In the spirit of the Gauzy Spangle I’m also embracing gauzy, Powdery Perfumes – at least for this post. Whenever I think of powdery perfumes the first three that come to mind are Chanel No 22, Lorenzo Villoresi Teinte de Neige (Colour of Snow) and Al-Rehab Balkis, though there are many others (I’m seriously needing to find and try Avon Trailing Arbutus, simply because of the name!). There is a huge gap of time (nearly 50 years) from my teens, when Love’s Baby Soft was my powdery go-to and No22, which is now my Winter go-to. Flippin’ the bird at the White Stuff, in perfume form. If you can’t beat ’em….
I live in a typical Midwestern snow area and most Winters have some sort of calculable snowfall; this year we’ve been fortunate to have a couple of good, powdery events which, if you have to have snow, is the best kind to have – easily shovelable (yes, it’s a WORD. Maybe)… and powdery snow doesn’t hold the same sort of menace that the current crop of Hate Snow that is upon us.
I’ve decided to dedicate No22 to this weather. It’s got that powdery brilliance of the snow, but there’s a heavy(heavier?) touch of warmth that hums along below, like that flush of pink sunset that is always so surprising to see at the close of day in snowy Winter. Luca was not kind to No22 (‘heavy lifting’, I believe he said – or something near) but I like its sexy, slightly bulky heft. It does lack the crystalline beauty of No5 but I feel like it has that fabulous, Big Nasty Redhead feel to it (Wynonna, who is sexy AF, imo, is totally No22). No22 is a ‘staying in’ scent, lolling amongst the pillows and duvets….. yeah, that.
And since there’s nowhere to go and nothing to do but work or loll amongst the pillows and duvets, I’mo put on some No22 and embrace the notion of the snowy day 😉
How do you feel about powdery perfumes? What is your personal notion of a powdery perfume? Maybe y’all have some loves I need to seek out? Let me know! xoxoxo