Monday Mus(ette)ings
I promise there will be perfume in here – but not just yet. Here are a couple of mindless musings: Due to an unfortunate incident on Hwy 6, involving a 40- foot manlift, a foolish old man in a… Continue Reading
I promise there will be perfume in here – but not just yet. Here are a couple of mindless musings: Due to an unfortunate incident on Hwy 6, involving a 40- foot manlift, a foolish old man in a… Continue Reading
by Musette First, I want to thank everybody for the kind words of back-support. I’m on the mend and plan to NEVER (nebber! ebber!) bail on my yoga therapy again. Backs really are not to be trifled with. Gimping along… Continue Reading
Note: Thanks everyone for playing along in the week-long Signature Scent Challenge! I have a few final thoughts, but that post isn’t written yet and this one is. — March In a time when the generic dullness of a lot… Continue Reading
Hello darlings! You’re stuck with ol’ Musette again, as Mistress March wings her way to GayP. I promise she’ll be back soon. I promise. Spring, where is thy sting? I was going to complain about still being caught in winter,… Continue Reading
There are many garden smells I love. The evening scent of honeysuckle in June, pure, bright, overwhelming. The evening scent of angels’ trumpets in November (no frost here yet) – heady, intense, overpowering. The fresh loaminess of turned earth. The… Continue Reading
First, if you haven’t seen Slumdog Millionaire, just go see it and don’t ask questions. Despite the scenes of abject poverty and horror that litter the movie, it is ultimately about hope when there should be none. It is funny… Continue Reading
This year has been an interesting and trying time, pulling me inward until I was so sick of myself that I could scream and then forcing me to live more outwardly than I had in a long time, finally ridding… Continue Reading