I’ve been slacking on Scent Diaries again.
There are 14 inches of snow on the ground outside. We still have electricity, thank goodness – this was a fairly dry snow with small flakes, so it didn’t pile up on the utility lines. It’s good sledding snow, though; the boys spent several hours sledding on the hill behind the house yesterday.
Our usual MO for being snowed out of school is to sled some, and then come in for hot chocolate and a marathon viewing of The Lord of the Rings extended box set. However, with Bookworm away at college, nobody seems to want to watch that. Sigh.
We did, however, watch Black Hawk Down (edited for TV) with the boys last night. I’d never seen that all the way through. Good movie. Very very intense. It left me with several questions, such as 1) Um, why were we in Somalia anyway again? and boy, we got outta there in a hurry. 2) Whatever happened to Josh Hartnett? 3) And why are there so many international actors – including the gorgeous and talented Eric Bana (Aussie), Ioan Gruffudd (Welsh), Ewan MacGregory (Scottish) Orlando Bloom, Jason Isaacs, and my crush Tom Hardy (all British) – in a movie about US military forces? They all manage credible Yank accents, by the way (Bana’s character is perhaps supposed to be Southern, and he overdoes it a bit, but then most non-Southern actors do whether they’re British or not).
Currently reading Barbara Herman’s Scent and Subversion: Decoding a Century of Provocative Perfume. I’ve been enjoying Barbara’s blog, Vintage Perfume, for some time and was really delighted to see a book focusing on significant and influential perfumes, particularly things that no longer exist. Loving her mini-reviews of classic scents.
My desktop background has been rotating around several photos of tropical beaches and/or flowers, like this one. I don’t know why.
I did my nails, a pretty sunsetty coral color. I have terrible soft, chipping fingernails (have always had them, and so does my mom… so does Bookworm), and they are a strange, almost-square shape. Also, my hands are not particularly attractive, so I usually don’t bother, but I wanted color. This is very lovely – but I did two coats and a top coat, and it’s already chipped.
Perfume? Either my big winter heavy-hitters like Alahine and Tabac Aurea, Parfum Sacre, Centennial, Vanille Tonka, and Dolce Vita (in parfum, mmm, delicious), or BWFs like Tatiana, DK Gold, Carnal Flower, and Memoir Woman.
Okay, it’s stretching the category to call Memoir Woman a Big White Floral, because it’s so freaky-deaky – herbs! aromatics! leather! moss! castoreum! But that’s what it is at heart, beautiful jasmine and tuberose bolstered by all that harem stuff.
Oh – and I’m working on the novel, too.