Scent Diary, July 28- Aug. 3, 2014

Monday, July 28 – Second day of band camp. Well, first full day. Weather could not be better – it’s cool and breezy, but sunny, and the kids are very comfortable. The new band director arrived today, and I think things will go well. He’s very quiet, but also very confident, and does not raise his voice to the students but gets across his intentions quite clearly. The show is coming together nicely already, and I have enjoyed hanging out with other band boosters under the tent, chatting away and handing out granola bars and Gatorades at snack time. SOTD: Byredo Flowerhead. I have to get this review written! Luckily, I do love tuberose.

PCHS T-bones, 2014. L-R: Jeremy, Lakin, Gaze, Alex, and James. Photo by Stacey Utt.
PCHS T-bones, 2014. L-R: Jeremy, Lakin, Gaze, Alex, and James. Photo by Stacey Utt.

Tuesday, July 29 – Gaze’s trombone section is doing well. The two sophomores – Gaze and Jeremy – are the oldest in the section, because Mr. Butler (band director at PCHS, 2002-13) felt that he didn’t have enough trombones to march them as a full section, and it was only as Gaze became old enough for high school that Mr. Butler relented and allowed the rising 9th graders to keep their trombones instead of trading them in for baritone horns (similar range, same mouthpiece, but with valves instead of the slide stops). Freshman James marched last year as an eighth grader; freshman Lakin is new to marching but is doing very well. Eighth-grader Alex, who also marched last year, can play just about anything, but is too small physically to manage a larger instrument like a tuba or baritone. I’m just waiting for him to get his growth spurt. The fun thing about band camp this year is that all five of the trombone moms have helped with camp already, so the T-bones have their own devoted cheering section.

I love getting to know the kids. I really do. SOTD: Patou Enjoy, which is reminding me strongly of Coco Mademoiselle but without the high-pitched screech that Coco Mlle has on my skin. More fruit, too. I don’t think I want any, but it’s a pleasant modern-chypre. Speaking of CM, one of the band booster moms wears it, and it is fully as nice on her as it is on my sister – a lovely woody floral thing with patchouli.

Wednesday, July 30 – Our minister called today to see if I could lead worship music on Sunday. EEP.  Funny, I would have been just fine with that if we used a piano (no, an electric keyboard is not the same) and sang out of a hymnal, but we don’t.  Our worship style is Contemporary Christian music, which I love but which I can’t play because I can’t read guitar chords. I read music notation.  And this is not to disparage in any way people who play by ear (hey, I sing harmony by ear) or who “only” play guitar chords. I’m actually sort of the exception among a lot of contemporary-style church musicians these days, for reading music while everybody else just does their thing based on something that looks like this:  G B F# G.  Can I play single notes? yep. Can I play chords based on that? Nope. The thing about it is, it’s like trying to read in one language and translate on the fly in another.  I can DO it, but not fast enough. It’s a little embarrassing.

Anyway, it was a pretty good day at band camp today. Very little drama. No injuries. Perfect weather (low-to-mid-70sF, generally sunny).  NICE.  SOTD: the girly-wirly LeLong Pour Femme. (Heh, you know, somebody commenting on Musette’s review of it on Perfume Posse calls the LLPF bottle “Flavor Flav in a leopard cape,” and that’s so spot-on that it cracks me up.)

Thursday, July 31 – Starting to wonder if Band Camp will EVER END, EVER. Gah. Also, miss my girl very badly. SOTD: Ines de la Fressange (1999 Calice Becker, not the 2006 Alberto Morillas, which HEY I finally snagged a sample of recently).

Nothing new on the doggie front this week.  Too busy with band camp.

Friday, Aug. 1 – It rained last night. The practice field is absolutely soaked – which sort of ruined the senior prank today. They came in early and pitched tents on the practice field, intending to roll out of the tents as the rest of the band came to the practice field and claim that they’d spent the night camping there. Instead, they all made their way back to the band room once a parent took pity on them and texted his kid that the director had decided not to come out and march outside this morning, so they’d better come inside.
(Reasonable on the part of the director – wet weather ruins woodwind pads and then they have to be replaced. Also, have you ever marched around, half the time backward, on wet grass? Let me just say, Bad Idea.)

Oh well. While the band was having sectionals, one of the drumline guys was goofing off and pretending to fall… only to have his jaw bang directly into the shin of another drumline guy, who was practicing a leg-swinging move that the drumline actually does incorporate into the show. So: Shane was goofing off, Logan wasn’t, but Shane got banged up enough to chip a tooth and develop a nasty bruise on his jaw. He went home. This seems to have been the only injury of the week, which is awesome! I can remember years when a band mom made an ER trip almost every day of the week…

SOTD: Penhaligon’s Amaranthine. Yum. I smell like a flower/banana smoothie.

Saturday, Aug. 2 – Everybody is exhausted. Well, I mean, Gaze and I are exhausted; Taz is not. Taz shouldn’t be exhausted, since he hasn’t done much all week except go to cross-country practice and do some basic cleaning in his room and practice his trumpet. And read books, of course, but for Taz that’s like breathing. 😉 Practiced music for church this morning, took recycling to the town center, and went to the grocery store, where they had cluster rose bouquets on special. I bought one: white long-stem roses, plus several stems of those small garden-type roses in a beautiful deep coral-pink-red color. Gorgeous. SOTD: Tableau de Parfums Miriam. So beautiful – aldehydes, sandalwood, some very deep quiet florals (rose and ylang in particular, though the jasmine and violet are there too) and that buzzy-fuzzy Ambrox stuff.

Young Kurt Russell, ca. 1970 or so.
Young Kurt Russell, ca. 1970 or so.

I think it’s going to rain; it’s been cloudy all day. Did some laundry, cleaned up the house, cooked steak for dinner and watched “Tombstone” with the boys. (If I’ve never mentioned my almost-forty-year-long crush on Kurt Russell, well… I blame Disney and their Sunday night movies that used to air when I was a little kid.) Ahhh, Kurt…

The CEO got home late from Denver.

Sunday, Aug. 3 – I was right, it rained last night. Back to our regular spot at the elementary school for church services today. Music went well, I thought. SOTD: Frederic Malle Iris Poudre, largely because apparently the last time I put on my white eyelet blouse I was wearing it. No matter, I love Iris Poudre, which is to me less of a dry, rooty iris thing than an aldehydes-and-benzoin thing. FLUFFY!


Scent Diary, Nov. 12-18, 2012

my perfume collection -?????? ????? Monday, Nov. 12 – Veterans’ Day. This holiday always makes me think of The CEO’s dad, Bill, who was in the hospital recovering from a heart attack on this date six or seven years ago. When a nurse asked him if he knew what day it was, he said “Armistice Day,” causing her to question his mental capacity. An older nurse happened to be walking by to hear him say it, and she had to explain to the younger one that Bill was right.

SOTD: Organza Indecence, nice spicy-woody-vanilla for this fall day.

Tuesday, Nov. 13 – The orphan calves, Jacob and Esau, are doing pretty well on sweet feed and the remaining grass in their enclosure. (No, they’re not twins. They just arrived at the same time and Taz named them.) SOTD: testing incensey stuff. It’s very not-me. Dinner was good, though: Chicken Saltimbocca with garlic spinach and cheese rolls. Continue reading Scent Diary, Nov. 12-18, 2012


Scent Diary, Nov. 5-11, 2012

Sorry for the delay in posting – people have been sick here and I’m busy with other stuff… also, no photos or links today. They take TOO MUCH DANG TIME.

Monday, Nov. 5 – Gah, it is Monday. Gah, I am so far behind on NaNoWriMo that I don’t think I’m going to catch up, and I am strongly tempted to bail on the whole thing. Probably should. SOTD: Le Temps d’une Fete.

Tuesday, Nov. 6 – Another frosty day. I am really going to have to cut and cart away all the dead annuals in the front yard; they look terrible. SOTM: Comme des Garcons Eau de Parfum, the newish one in the bottle that looks like a melted light bulb and purports to contain notes of packaging tape (I love the smell of packaging tape). Actually, it is a) sort of nauseating, in that I-can’t-identify-this-but-it’s-making-me-sick sort of way, and b) boring. Essentially, it’s a dull floral. Reminds me somewhat of the dull floral hiding under the skeevy stuff in Secretions Magnifiques. And why bother with that? Bleargh.

I voted. It took me longer than it’s ever taken me before: 35 minutes from the time I walked out of the house until the time I walked back in. I had to wait in line for awhile. I’ll confess: I wasn’t happy with either one of the major-party candidates for President, and don’t feel compelled by any one of the minor parties on my ballot (Libertarian, Green, Conservative). I voted for the candidate who has slightly more in common with my values and stance on issues, according to my conscience. That’s all I can do.

Looking at the news on TV and Internet, and reading comments by friends on FB, it seems that the country is more divided than ever (well, since the Civil War, anyway, and see how much fun THAT was? At least SEVEN HUNDRED THOUSAND soldiers dead, not including civilians who starved to death) ideologically. And I’m wondering: is victory sweeter when the margin is closer? Is it more fun to win when there are so many people who disagree with you? You’d think so, given the gloating. (I already knew, from watching The CEO’s thirty-five-year devotion to the Red Sox, that losing stings worse when winning is juuust outside your grasp. And the losers are being pretty gosh-darned whiny about it.) #sosickofpolitics!!

SOTA: DSH Prophecy, a nice incense-amber thingy cushioned with Dawn’s usual soft musk base, which I tend to like. It’s in oil format, and I’m wondering if it would be more forthcoming in EdP. At least I smell good. Continue reading Scent Diary, Nov. 5-11, 2012


Scent Diary, October 15-21, 2012

Bizzy bizzy week this week – full of band stuff and sick kids and sewing.  Skip Saturday’s entry if you’re totally sick of my going on and on about marching band. The season isn’t all that much longer; we’ll be done by the middle of November.

Monday, Oct. 15 – As has been common over the past week, we had a chilly morning followed by a sunny afternoon. It was terribly windy today, though. SOTD: Jo Malone Vintage Gardenia, tons of it because I accidentally spilled the entire vial all over my arms and decolletage OOPS. Of course, since it’s a Jo Malone, this did not asphyxiate me the way it would have if I’d spilled, say, Giorgio.

Gaze stayed home today, since he threw up after dinner last night. Slept until nearly noon, ate applesauce and cinnamon toast, and then ate a real dinner of roast chicken.

I worked on Bookworm’s purple jacquard shrug, then planned meals for the week and did the grocery shopping. Fed the calves; we just started them on “sweet feed” – a grain supplement augmented with minerals and molasses – over the weekend, so I’ll be gradually weaning them off their bottles this week.

It’s Spirit Week at the high school, and Bookworm, who has never participated in the activities before, has thrown herself into it this year. I think she’s realizing that a) this is her senior year and she won’t get another chance, and b) it’s actually fun. Today was Twin Day, so she and PETBoy got out the matching patriotic flag t-shirts that they both just happened to have owned before they even started dating. Continue reading Scent Diary, October 15-21, 2012


Scent Diary, October 1-7, 2012


Happy 12th birthday to Taz!!

This has been a terribly boring week. The laptop has behaved, but now the desktop computer is being strange…

Monday, Oct. 1 – Rain. SOTD: Soivohle Centennial.. Did the usual weekly grocery shopping… holy cow, Taz will be twelve this Friday! Gaze was supposed to have a football game this afternoon, but rain has delayed it to next week.

Tuesday, Oct. 2 – Rain in the morning again, gradually clearing up toward afternoon. SOTD: PdN Vanille Tonka. VT was one of the very first niche scents I fell for, in early 2009, and I still love it. The CEO went out of town this evening in order to do a presentation for the Agricultural Technology program at Virginia Tech, so he was gone and I watched Something That Was Not Football on TV. Made chocolate chip cookies after dinner, too.

Wednesday, Oct. 3– Sunny. Finally made it to the salon to get that haircut I’ve been needing for a couple-three weeks now! Got a longish shag which I don’t like much… it’s too flat. And dull. Should I color?? SOTD: Carthusia Lady, from a sample. I’m a little on the fence with it, but will discuss further in a mini-review.

Gaze was late getting out of football practice and Bookworm was having a how-can-I-get-all-this-homework-done? panic, so we skipped small group tonight, and I missed it. There was going to be a bonfire. SOTE: Deneuve.

Thursday, Oct. 4 – Nice weather today! Beautiful fall. SOTD: Tabac Aurea, the epitome of autumn for me. Good rehearsal at community choir, too. I am kind of getting sick of testing new stuff… I want to just wear and enjoy my standbys. I’m not bored at all with perfume, but I want to have fun with it instead of analyzing the heck out of it. Sigh. This feeling comes and goes.

If I goop up my hair with gel and curl it a bit, it’s much more attractive. More work, too, but since my hair looks awful when it’s flat, I suppose I’ll keep doing it.


Tuba Dakota running around hugging EVERYBODY and mugging for the camera. The kid has so much fun, it should be illegal. PETBoy is a tolerant soul, isn’t he?
Friday, Oct. 5 – Brrrr. Chilly today. I did some cleaning and some laundry. It’s Taz’s birthday; he turns twelve today. I am having a hard time encompassing all the time that’s gone by since he was born… sigh.  SOTD: I’m testing some new Micallefs.

Chaperoned the band to one of our few Away games that we don’t have to travel far for. The team we played tonight was runner-up for state champion last year in our size division, so we were expecting to lose big. Instead, we won, 17-14. Surprise! The band did not perform a pregame show because it was Recreational League Recognition night, so the kids just wore their official warmups instead of uniforms. I think they enjoyed not having to worry about keeping uniforms clean, especially since they’ll be spending most of the day in them tomorrow for competition. SOTE:Organza Indecence. I smell nice.


The tubas escort the “tied-up” color guard across the field. Note the color guard member (it’s PETBoy’s sister Haley) in borrowed band uniform. She’s going to “cut” the color guard loose in a moment, so that they can escape to begin the mutiny.
Saturday, Oct. 6 – Cloudy at home. Got up early, cleaned house, grabbed quick lunch for myself and Bookworm on the way to the high school, where she had been taking SATs. SOTD: Vanille Tonka again, and it lasted most of the day – which is good, because the day was looooong. Another marching band competition today. We got there too early and then had delays getting on the field, so Bookworm was sort of going crazy with all that time on her hands and no way to spend it doing physics homework. It was hot in the afternoon, followed by chilly-windy weather, and the concession stand was mobbed… I stood in line 28 minutes and moved forward about six feet; I think the kids ahead of me kept letting their buddies cut in line. Eventually I gave up, and after the competition we went for fast food on the way home.


PETBoy prepares to spin the “ship’s wheel” attached to the drum major’s podium, near the end of the show.
The show went well; some new elements were added that add to the effect, and the music was better than it was at the last competition, but the marching was a little sloppy. I don’t know why. We came in second (a very close second, apparently, according to the score sheets) overall in our size class, but won percussion, color guard, and general effect. Three more competitions this season…

I had some vintage Caron Poivre (Thanks, Daisy!) in a little spray bottle in my purse, so I spritzed some of that to help on the chilly ride home, which was punctuated by Dakota the ADHD trumpet player’s constant talking. Constant loud talking. He may have been due for another Adderall dose, or maybe it was the large chocolate milkshake he had for dinner, but the kid Would. Not. Shut. Up. And I did have to break up a too-cozy couple, too – PDA is frowned upon by both the director and myself, so I did manage to tell Alex and Becka to keep it appropriate. Alex is a section leader and should know better, but he is also a teenage boy.

In bed by 1:30 a.m. Exhausted.

Sunday, Oct. 7 – Chilly-cloudy again. Looks like our lovely autumn weather is over – it’s getting down to upper 30s at night and not getting above 65 in the afternoons all this coming week. SOTD: Parfum Sacre. Which seemed sort of faint to me, and I wonder if the weather was affecting my nose. Nothing had much of a smell at all.

In the afternoon, we had family members over for birthday cake and presents. It’s been nice to celebrate both boy birthdays on the weekend between the two, when that’s possible. Taz requested red velvet cake, so we had cake and punch and ice cream. Yum.

SOBedtime, after bath: B&BW Velvet Tuberose body cream. Still nice stuff. I like the fragrance better in the bath products than in the EdTs.


Scent Diary, September 17-23, 2012

THANK GOODNESS THESE TWO SCENT DIARIES ARE FINALLY POSTED. I warn you, though, this was a Marching Band Week…

(All band photos in this post courtesy of Band Mom Extraordinaire, aka Nicole Ward. Thanks, Nicole.)

Monday, Sept. 17 – Rain most of the day. Another wearing of that 1990s Mitsouko parfum, which I am finally appreciating. STILL do not love it. Just… dunno, just not my thing. But I finally see why it is adored. SOTE: DSH Perfumes Chypre oil, which does really make my eyes roll back in my head, and also is autumnal and rounded and elemental and so gorgeous in the rain, and I love it so much more than I have ever enjoyed Mitsouko.

Tuesday, Sept. 18 – Writing a lot these days. I don’t like what I’ve done, when I’ve finished with it, but I’m doing it. SOTD: Prada Infusion d’Iris. Why do I want such a wallpapery scent? Not sure, but something about that cool reserved drydown appealed to me.

Wednesday, Sept. 19 – Cool again, but dry. We had really needed that rain… Packed up, finally, a fumie-friend goody bag and that bottle of vintage Femme that I did not love which I sold (at cost, natch) to a different fumie-friend. SOTD: Caron Parfum Sacre. Gosh, Parfum Sacre is wonderful! Glad I ran across it in the cabinet while looking for my decanting supplies. I had put it away for the summer and not gotten it back out with my autumn scents. I have several fragrances that only seem right in fall or transitional weather, so I don’t usually get out the colder-weather ones until about November, and PS had been waiting its turn. No more, though: that baby’s out of the cabinet now and in the Hatbox of Current Rotation.

It’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day, which I’d forgotten until quite late in the day, so I had to wait for my Parfum Sacre to vacate the premises… which it never did entirely but that’s okay, it played pretty nicely with my Pirate Perfume, Havana Vanille. I love the boozy rummy stuff in the top, don’t like the flat tobacco bit in the middle quite as much, and adore the clear liqueur-like vanilla drydown that has absolutely-zero hint of powder in it and lasts forrrrrevvvveerrrrrrr. (Or at least eight hours, just for the drydown. Which is forever on scent-eating skin.)

I’d been planning to go to church small group Bible study after picking Gaze up from football practice, but he came out of the locker room looking not so good. Said he didn’t feel so good. And we didn’t make it out of the parking lot before the contents of his stomach made their way out (thank goodness, mostly onto the gravel instead of on him). So I stayed home with him, poor baby, and The CEO went to small group without me.

Thursday, Sept. 20 – Gaze feeling much better. In fact, he insisted on going to school today because there was a football game. (Away. Which they lost, 32-16, ouch. Poor baby.)

Marzipan Almond Muffins, German StyleWas planning on wearing Amouage Memoir Woman, but got distracted by a Shiny: a sample of Montale Amandes Orientales. I’ve tried several almond scents looking for ALMOND and gotten CHERRY instead (or in the case of Madonna of the Almonds, a teeny slice of almond over a cologne background), but this is actual almond. Plus some vanilla. And, unless I miss my guess, a bit of heliotrope too. I like.

And probably better to wear to choir practice than Memoir Woman, which is just freaky. I mean, I lurves Memoir all to little pieces, but it is weird and somewhat loud, and the “Perfume makes my throat close up” first soprano sits behind me. So I put Memoir Woman on when I got home. 🙂

Friday, Sept. 21 – Band did not go to the football game; this was probably the farthest away our team ever goes for a game, and it’s about 2 hours by bus. There’s a band competition tomorrow, so between the competition and the probability of a very late return to school after the game, the band director was able to get the band out of this one. SOTD: various samples. Weather is flat gorgeous: cool foggy mornings, warm breezy afternoons, cool evenings. I LOVE FALL. In other news, I just won an auction for a vintage 1 oz bottle of Dior Poison, which my husband likes, for about half of what a new bottle would cost me, even at a discounted price. This despite the fact that perfumistas are all mourning over the blandness of the reformulation of Poison, which was in its day pret-ty darn divisive. In fact, back when it was new and the standard practice was to spray eight spritzes of any perfume, I hated the stuff and the way it haunted every single college dorm hall I ever entered. Haaaaaated it. These days, though, and applied delicately, it’s really nice. Not at all the beast I had remembered it to be.


Saturday, Sept. 22 – Warning: today’s entry will be about marching band, and it will be extensive. Once a band geek, always a band geek, they say. And even though I was only on the drill squad and not playing an instrument, it must be true. I love marching band. I’ll stick the perfume info up here in the first paragraph, and if band bores you, skip down to Sunday. SOTD: Dior Dolce Vita edt from a sample sent to me by a friend, probably from an older bottle because of the woody character and pronounced resemblance to Feminite du Bois. I had one of those once, a small 1oz bottle, that I almost never wore and swapped away. (I kept the tiny parfum bottles. Dolce Vita in parfum is awesome, gorgeously rich; I just don’t crave it very often.)


PETBoy salutes, looking appropriately fierce n’ all pirate-y n’ stuff.

Long day. I mean, loooooonnnnng. Dropped Bookworm off at the band room at 8:30 this morning for pre-competition practice, came home and finished a few house-cleaning chores. At 10 am, got back to the high school in time to see the last run-through of the marching show and then help load the buses. (I was chaperoning.) Buses pulled out at 10:45, we arrived at George Washington High School at 3:00. We unloaded, the band warmed up, we sat in the sun and got sweaty. Some of the chaperones watched a few bands and then went back to the equipment trucks to make sure everything was going well. The band took the field at 5:15, and it promptly started to rain. As soon as they left the field, the rain stopped and there was a rainbow, which was awesome.


Bookworm leads the band in a threatening march toward the podium. Mutiny, geddit?

Our band’s show, with a pirate theme, is called “Mutiny!” It features an arrangement of the Introit from Mozart’s Requiem, two concert pieces called “Swashbuckler” and “Water,” followed by the piece “Up Is Down” from the third Pirates of the Caribbean Movie and then another concert piece called “Blackbeard,” ending up with a small portion of the theme from the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. It went well, no major mistakes, and the humor written into the show really comes through.


Bookworm leads the band in a pre-show warmup.  (Do pirates French-braid their hair?)

However, all season I’ve been commenting to Bookworm that the music performance seems to be suffering somewhat this year. It may be because we have very few trumpets this year, with only one of them very good and only one more quite good (I’d put PETBoy in the very good category, but of course he’s conducting instead of playing), and the other four seem terrified of playing loud. And to my mind, the trumpets – since they often carry the melody – are the soul of the band. You got bad trumpets, your sound will suffer. Period. Our percussion’s really good, especially the “front ensemble” (essentially the mallet instruments), and our low brass is excellent. But the trumpets, as a section, are just mediocre this year. In any case, if everybody is standing still and playing, which does happen a few times during the show, they sound great. If they’re moving… well, it’s not great.


Opening of the show. It’s a rare moment in which no one is moving, simply playing some measures from the Introit to Mozart’s Requiem. Look for Bookworm at the back podium and PETBoy at the front, just having set down his hat after saluting.

I managed to watch four of the six bands in our size class, missing two in the middle when I went back to the buses to help out if necessary. The other three bands in our size class that I saw spent a lot of time moving from one position to the next and then staying in that position to play, say, sixteen bars before moving again. That’s pretty old school, and is far easier than the almost continual motion that’s a hallmark of our band’s recent shows. The Blues Brothers show from Band #2 in our class sounded terrific, but featured very little motion. I missed the shows from Bands #3 and 4. Band #5’s show focused on, of all things, zombies, with a mixture of music from a modern rock band I’ve never head of and music by Beethoven. I’m not sure zombies was a good choice: lurching like the undead across the field is not going to win you any marching-and-maneuvering points with the judges. Band #6 was a traditional local rival of ours, from a college town that has a much, much bigger budget than our county, where the residents seem very happy to make fun of county denizens as being lowlife idiot yokels. So of course we secretly hate them. (Jealousy? Partly. I admit it.) In any case, their show featuring music from Carmen was somehow much less exciting than it could have been. Carmen’s one of the most listenable operas there is, if you ask me – the music is varied and strongly melodic, and it’s got a terrifically dramatic story. There were some nice moments from the color guard here, but by and large the show was unexciting. Playing was uneven and marching an afterthought; this band has a long tradition of scoring Superior ratings at the official Virginia Band and Orchestra Directors’ Association competition, and of boasting about it. (Unless their show improves a great deal in the next month, I very much doubt they’ll get a Superior this year. But we’ll see.)

Drum majors and section leaders, L-R, with trophies: Bookworm, Katlyn, Michael, Alex, PETBoy, Emily, Tristen, Jamie, Kalep (making bizarre face and crouching; he’s actually as tall as Dakota on his right), Amy, Dakota, Courtney, Britney, Peyton, Ben, Holley, and Kaitlyn.

It started to rain when the host band was performing their exhibition show, as the last performance of the day. The weather went from “miserably hot and humid” to “cold and wet” in about sixty seconds: Brrrrrr. When awards were announced, our band had placed 2nd for drum majors (yay for Bookworm and PETBoy!), 1st for percussion, 3rd for color guard (amazing, since only 3 of the 12 guard members are returning and the rest are completely new), 1st in marching and maneuvering, and 2nd overall in class. The only award our secretly-hated rival won was drum major (which, c’mon, judges – she was good, but it is infinitely harder to score well when you have multiple drum majors), so that made us pretty happy. Unfortunately, the other band that scored well and came in first in Class AAA was one whose show I had missed, so I don’t know what they excelled at. Their show featured music from the Foo Fighters, and that’s all I know about it.

So it was a good night, and a long bus ride home. Poor Bookworm and I walked in our front door at about 1:25 am, exhausted and hungry.

Sunday, Sept. 23 – Cooler than Saturday; I wore a 3/4-sleeve sweater and Parfum Sacre to church. Mowed. Cooked steaks. Showed off the band pictures and the short news report on the band’s upcoming trip to DC to participate in the Independence Day parade to my mother-in-law. Went to bed in (of all things) Dior Poison.


Scent Diary, August 20-26, 2012

Monday, Aug. 20 – Warm and lovely weather. SOTD: Moschino Funny! I’d better get a couple of wearings of this in before summer turns into fall. Pizza for dinner – Taz’s choice, because he starts school as a sixth grader tomorrow. 

Taz starts 6th grade.

Tuesday, Aug. 21 – School went well, apparently. Taz said he only had to try opening his locker six times before he managed it. Think of that, only six… (to be fair, I tried his locker myself, and it is a little cranky). In the evening, we went to the high school to eat hot dogs and watch the marching band perform their show for parents. They did a good job, especially for August! There are some rough spots, and those same three struggling newbie band members have yet to figure out which is their left foot, but overall it’s pretty good. The color guard is about 75% newbies, and most of them haven’t quite got this “marching thing” down yet either, but it’s coming along. SOTD: YSL Paris Pont des Amours. Continue reading Scent Diary, August 20-26, 2012


Scent Diary, July 30 – August 5, 2012

Sorry for delay!  Laptop was wonky.

Monday, July 30: Took the boys for their annual eye appointments. Gaze’s vision has changed only a little, but Taz’s has improved considerably. They both need new glasses, so we stopped by Wendy’s for fast food and then by Wal-Mart, which I’ve found to have a good/cheap eyeglass service (Consumer Reports agrees with me, by the way, if you want to look it up). Gaze ate a burger called Son of Baconator – I think it’s two patties, with bacon. No cheese, because he hates cheese – one of these days I’ll make sure to have his DNA checked, since both The CEO and I love cheese! – but extra bacon. Gaze loooooves bacon SOTD: Silences. Wonderful stuff. Gaze started Official Football Practices for the middle school team this evening… all 92 pounds of him, sigh. Because of the eye appointments, I missed helping with band camp today. Thunderstorms this evening.

Pirate deck at Club Earl

The marching band show this year is called “Mutiny!” and includes the Introit from Mozart’s Requiem, snippets of soundtrack from various “Pirates of the Caribbean” movies, and other songs called “Swashbuckler” and “Water.”

Tuesday, July 24 – A little cooler today, which is good because we’ve got band camp the rest of the week. In the past, band camp has been “away,” either at a college campus or something like a church camp site, but for the past two years has been held at our high school, on the band practice field, for financial reasons. That is, we’re saving money for band trips rather than spending it on band camp housing and meals; the kids sleep at home, of course, and because of the lunch program through the school, lunch is provided. (When I was in marching band, eons ago, we always did band camp at our high school as well. However, instead of a nice grassy practice field, we marched ON THE ASPHALT PARKING LOT. In AUGUST. These kids don’t know how lucky they are – we only got onto actual grass for two hours on the very last day of band camp, after the football players went home.) Continue reading Scent Diary, July 30 – August 5, 2012