Monday, Feb. 20: A snow day! The kids are out of school; they spent a good part of the morning sledding on the pasture hill behind the house. I had to get Hayley-dog in because she kept getting in the way of the sleds. In the afternoon, Bookworm went out with PETBoy to visit his mother’s grave, and then they came back to have dinner with us and watch a movie. SOTD: BK Pure Oud.
Tuesday, Feb. 21: Kids went back to school on a two-hour delay, though the snow was gone off all the nearby roads by yesterday. There are places in the county where the roads are curvy, unpaved, shadowed by trees and not heavily traveled. It’s often icy in those places before the sun’s been up for awhile. SOTMorning: DSH Spicy Carnation (Essense Oil). Such a pretty thing, not as polished as her lovely Oeillets Rouges, but very satisfying. The remnants of Pure Oud were still on my wrist from last night, and putting Spicy Carnation on top gave the impression of the gorgeous, vivid, killed-by-IFRA Floris Malmaison.
I should be working on a Fragrance Throwdown that I’ve been trying to do for weeks now – months, even. But I keep getting distracted by other things. Grrr. And Memoir Woman, I’ve been meaning to review that one for weeks as well. It still fascinates me.
In the afternoon, two delights in the mailbox: an ebay purchase of vintage Muse de Coty parfum de toilette (I could not resist bidding on it!) and an advance publicity copy of Denyse Beaulieu’s long-awaited book, The Perfume Lover, as well as a sample of the perfume that an experience from her past inspired. The fragrance was composed by Bertrand Duchaufour, in conjunction with Denyse (of Grain de Musc), and will be released by L’Artisan Parfumeur later in the year under the name Seville a l’Aube. More on both of these things very soon… I’ll just mention now that my bedroom smells beautifully of orange blossom.
Wednesday, Feb. 22: SOTM: Muse de Coty pdt – I’ll have to review this for AldeHo Dishes soon. Interesting stuff. SOTA: Le Temps d’une Fete. Gosh, how I’ve missed Le Temps…
Thursday, Feb. 23: Did laundry, read Joshilyn Jackson’s A Grown-up Kind of Pretty, worked on novel. Took Bookworm to see the physical therapist because she’s continuing to have some intermittent pain in her feet and legs. The PT said that he thought her muscles were becoming accustomed to the new motion of her feet now that her orthotics have corrected her extreme overpronation (feet turning in), and that they needed some extra stretching, so he gave her some stretching exercises to do. SOTD: Amouage Memoir. It was one of those days when I wanted to wear Silences, Le Temps d’une Fete, Chamade, the new L’AP Seville a l’Aube, and Memoir, all of them, and just didn’t have enough skin space (or mental space) to do so…
The CEO relayed to me this jaw-dropping snippet of conversation between some idly chatting students waiting for his Personnel Management class to begin:
Eric: Wait a minute – you go to church?
Megan: He–, yeah, I go to church every f—in’ Sunday!
Friday, Feb. 24: Warm day with rain and a tornado watch. We’re supposed to get a wicked cold front moving in overnight, so SOTM: Cuir de Lancome. Gosh, this thing smells awesome. SOTAfternoon: Amouage Epic Woman. I like this but I do not love it – it’s all peppery incense rose, and it’s nice, clearly good quality stuff, but no way would I even shell out for a decant that I wouldn’t wear. Bookworm had, unbelievably, nothing scheduled for after school today; she was home by 3:40, lugging her two backpacks and flipping that strawberry-blonde ponytail like she didn’t have a care in the world. That’s rare, these days. (She did have too much homework to allow her to take off and spend the evening with PETBoy. I feel sorry for him. We’ve hardly seen him lately, and he’s clearly suffering from a distinct and crippling Lack of Bookworm. She’d be suffering too, if she weren’t so worried about getting all her homework and extra-curriculars done…)
Saturday, Feb. 25: Housecleaning in the morning. Gaze went off to football conditioning. (I must be insane, letting my slight-boned kid play football. He really wants to, and he appears to have at least some skill for receiving. We’ll see how it goes this fall. Track practice starts week after next, and he wants to do that too.)
Then we were off to my parents’ house for a birthday dinner for my brother and his wife, who have birthdays two days apart. A nice afternoon/evening. Choppers D, their two-year-old son, is really growing! Speaking very, very fluently now, too. He remembered that at Thanksgiving, he “borrowed” Bookworm’s watch and wore it all day, and he asked to wear it again. “[Bookworm], I have your watch? I have it, please?” (Good thing her real name is easier to pronounce than “Bookworm.”) SOTAfternoon: Mary Greenwell Plum. Also testing a smidge of Tom Ford Black Violet on my left hand. Interesting stuff. Not my usual thing, but interesting.
Sunday, Feb. 26: This time last week, we were settling in for snow; we got about seven inches. That was the only snow that’s settled on the ground this entire winter, and I doubt we’ll get more. Bummer. Today the temperatures are supposed to be in the mid-50s. SOTD: Amouage Memoir Woman.
We did not watch either the Oscars or the NBA All-Star Game; we watched part of “Red October” on DVD with the kids until it was their bedtime, and then we watched Worst Cooks in America on the Food Network. I’d never seen that one before, probably because my TV has been locked onto ESPN on Sundays up until now! I love Food Network… went to sleep in Parfum Sacre.