Paid taxes last week. As I work freelance, I do this January and July (based on whatever my accountant comes up with). The January payment is always a bit of a deep breath after the madness of the holiday season.
Dismembered buxom tree on epiphany, apologising as I do every year. Yes, I know: a bit strange and pathetic.
As I have a long weekend away planned for the end of January I’m now on a very straight and narrow budget for the next three weeks so I can be a bit profligate while away.
Which means when I want something to read, I’m shopping my shelves; and when I feel the want monster regarding anything, I’m shopping my closet and things I already have. I remind myself I’ve got Shalimar, all the wintery perfumes I already own, and my little bottle of Lush Turmeric Latte to play with and if I want to be able to ‘play’ on my small holiday without it completely compromising the budget and credit card I have to be good now.
You’d think it wouldn’t be that hard.
But I actually have to make myself really look at what’s in the closet, in the perfume box and in my work area (where some perfume lives), in the jewellery box, on the bookshelves.
It sort of means slowing down and taking in what I’m seeing. Sometimes I find that difficult. The want monster wants to override the seeing and just skip on to click on the basket and get that neurochemical hit.
Clothes are the easiest to resist. Books the hardest.
So, this week I’m on the second entry in a YA trilogy (Daughter of Smoke and Bone) which I’ve read already several times (still, I am seeing new things, thank goodness).
I’m parsing Lush Turmeric Latte (turmeric, gardenia, benzoin, vanilla and tonka and some grouping of other spices) which is (as I said last week) scratchy from the turmeric, warm and spicy and very nice for January which is a weird time of year here (mild, wet, cold, wet, mild, wet and on and on). It has the feel of sitting in your favourite café waiting for a latte and some sort of delicious baked good with a good friend or a good book. Vicarious pleasure.
But today before writing I put on Bond No 9 Chinatown in the hope it smelled like it used to (weird floor wax flowers) rather than a wan version due to reformulation. The opening is better (ie, stranger) than when I first re-tried it over the summer. Definitely more of that French corner grocery thing and very ripe peach that Luca Turin talks about.
I’m listening to Tuareg band Tenariwen (Malian guitar heroes) ‘The Radio Tisdas Sessions’.
And finally rotating between pinafores (I know that sounds like something a five year old would wear but they work well over warm shirts and actually look reasonably adult in denim or heavy cotton) and turtlenecks of different colours plus leggings or heavy tights and boots – and actually trying to choose from outside the same three pairs of earrings.
How about you? What is your January looking like?
Pics Pexels and mine