Monday, July 5: A little cooler today than last week – and very dry. The grass is getting really crunchy. SOTMorning: Kate Spade. Someone asked me whether it was the first one or the second, and I have to admit I don’t know. It’s an attractive, soft Big White Floral with muguet as well as tuberose. Although I don’t know much about Ms. Spade except that she designs handbags coveted by many fashionable women, of which I am definitely not one, I like this. It is discontinued, of course.
SOTE: Les Nez Manoumalia. I thought it would be another Big White Floral of the tropical variety, but holy crap. Remember how Tubereuse Criminelle had aspects of menthol and camphor (which didn’t bother me) and of raw meat (which did)? Manoumalia – while escaping the Rotting Raw Chicken of Death that is TC – is similarly disturbing. Review coming soon.
On a positive note, after dinner we watched the 1954 movie Moby Dick, with Gregory Peck as Ahab, and I am very proud to say that Bookworm and Gaze were picking up on some of the symbolism with which the story is rife. This is second nature to Bookworm – she began noticing symbolism in books when she was about 9 and I was reading her The Lord of the Rings (editing some of the archaic language on the fly). Gaze is less sure of himself with language-arts-type-stuff, and I was glad to see him looking for layers of meaning.
Tuesday, July 6: Temps in the mid-90s, back to HOT again. SOTD: Tauer Une Rose Vermeille, delicious little thing. Funny: Bookworm and Gaze are Not Fans, although Gaze thought it was nice in its raspberry-rose stage. The CEO liked it. I hereby dismiss the kids’ opinions – these are the people who thought Manoumalia was “just pretty flowers.” (Gah.)
At some point today, Gaze and Taz got into one of their frequent pitched battles with their Nerf guns. (Should this bother me? It doesn’t. They’re boys – if it weren’t Nerf guns with foam bullets, it would be water pistols. Or water balloons. Or wrestling. Or plastic light sabers. Or something.) In any case, I overheard the following exchange:
Gaze (philosophically): Actually, that kind of was in my face.
Taz (with glee): HA! Literally and metaphorically!
I thought I was going to die laughing. What nine-year-old uses that phrase, and, moreover, gets it right? I called him on the carpet for shooting at faces, though, and threatened the permanent removal of the Nerf guns. He knows I’m serious. (The boys in the pic are not mine, by the way – mine are older. And blonder. But when I went to Flickr and searched for “boys nerf guns,” no fewer than 118 photos popped up, and my point is, Boys Love Nerf Guns.)
Wednesday, July 7: The CEO and I are finalizing vacation plans for next week. Good thing we’re not waiting for August – this weather is hot enough, thank you. SOTD: Nuit de Tubereuse. I still hate the jungle-dirt-mildew opening. But I like the friendly tuberose shading into light woods and incense. (Bookworm really enjoys it. I’m still not getting the reason for her intense dislike of the Tauer scents, except that they tend to be rich and opaque.)
Thursday, July 8: Still hot, still dry. SOTD: Marc Jacobs Daisy. Go complain about my pedestrian taste somewhere else if you’re unhappy. There are some days you just need a wallpaper scent, and for that purpose I like Daisy a lot.
Friday, July 9: Planning for vacation next week. Taz needs a haircut, the dog needs a bath, Bookworm’s trying to schedule around band and cross-country practices… how to get it all done? Groceries… laundry… I already paid all the bills… honestly, this is like playing Whack-a-Mole.
SOTD: Lancome Mille et une Rose. Back in January when I bought the La Collection set (Magie, MeuR, Sikkim, and Climat), this one struck me as dull. It must have been a weather thing, because it’s nothing short of comfortable, ladylike elegance now. Basically, it just smells good: lemony, peppery, ambery rose, all of it muted and swirled into a bold sort of prettiness, if that isn’t an oxymoron. Another wallpaper scent, but one that reminds me of those Jacobean fabric prints.
SOTE: Les Nez Manoumalia again. This is a schizophrenic sort of thing – lovely big white flowers, and… um… meat?
Saturday, July 10: It rained last night! Not enough, but it did rain. And I trimmed Taz’s hair myself. It’s not entirely straight, but I absolutely dare you to notice it upon casual observance. Oh, well, Nancy the friendly local hairdresser can fix it in a couple of weeks, he’ll need another haircut by then anyway. SOTD: Manoumalia. Because I’m writing a review. The things I suffer through to write these reviews… sigh.
Sunday, July 11: Church. Then getting Bookworm’s new cross-country shoes. Then packing up for vacay. SOTD: Nuit de Tubereuse. I mentioned it before, but I’m getting accustomed to the mildewy bit. I don’t like it, but it’s bothering me less.
Just found out that our hotel suite (one king size bed, one sofa bed, one pull-out reclining chair) will have free wi-fi. So we’re taking my laptop, and I may get the chance to pop by and respond to comments. I have two posts (a Manoumalia review and a post on the Raspberry Pavlova dessert that Tauer Une Rose Vermeille reminded me of) already scheduled to publish while I’m gone, so there will at least be something for you to read here, even if I don’t get back to you in the comments until the following week.