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Random stuff, mid-July

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Just paid Bookworm’s 1st semester tuition at Yale. Ouuuuuch.

My sister is visiting from Texas with her son (Doodlebug) and my brother is visiting from Florida with his son (Choppers D), so we’re going to see them at my parents’ house today.

Bookworm is on her Europe trip; she should be in London today. (Londoners are complaining about how hot it is, 30C.  It’s not that it isn’t hot – that’s somewhere around 88-90F, which is definitely not comfortable – but they’re really not set up to handle that kind of heat in the UK.  I feel sure that the kid who marched down Constitution Avenue in DC, in wool uniform, for the Fourth of July parade, will be fine.)

Love to all of you.

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Independence Day Parade in Washington, DC, July 4, 2013

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Happy Independence Day!

PETBoy and Bookworm head up the PCHS band for one of the last times... Gaze is somewhere near the back, with the low brass.

PETBoy and Bookworm head up the PCHS band for one of the last times… Gaze is somewhere near the back, with the low brass.

On the Fourth of July, I’ll be in our nation’s capital watching our high school marching band participate in the National Independence Day Parade that travels down Constitution Avenue. It’s an honor to be selected, and we’re so proud to have not just one, but two kids involved with this parade.

The Virginia slot rotates through the Congressional districts, and the selection just happens to sit with our Congressman (Morgan Griffith) this year. I’m not sure how our high school was chosen, but of course I know it was the best possible selection. Obviously. 😉

 

Here’s a link to a short (approximately 2 minutes) video our local TV news did on the band.  Unfortunately, the camera keeps cutting away every time it gets near Gaze, but there’s a short shot of Bookworm saluting toward the end, and a short interview with PETBoy.

Both the just-graduated seniors and the upcoming freshmen are involved, so Bookworm and Gaze are both marching. Which is, I must say, awesome! Bookworm was a little bummed that she wouldn’t be playing. Usually the new year’s drum majors would have taken over by this point, but I think the band director thought it would be better if the ones with experience were in charge for this event, so she and PETBoy will be marching out front. Gaze is in the rear of the block, just in front of the tubas, with his trombone.

They’ll be playing John Philip Sousa’s “National Emblem March,” and they sound wonderful. With so many rookie marchers, I admit that the lines could… possibly, maybe, sort of.. be straighter and the marching more precise, but the sound is very very good.

The CEO and Taz and I, along with sister and brother-in-law and Curiosity and Primrose, will be standing along Constitution Avenue and cheering on the Pulaski County (Virginia) Golden Cougar Marching Band. I’ll be wearing the cheerful grapefruit/rosewater/tea fragrance Moschino Funny!, and you may certainly wish us a cool and overcast day… wool-blend uniforms in 90F heat are no picnic.

Best wishes to you, and enjoy the Fourth!

 

 

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Friday Gots Nothin’

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Sorry.

I meant to have posted something meaty today, like a serious fragrance review or a discussion of How Le Temps d’une Fete Changed My Life or something.

But I’ve been writing fiction and I gots nothin’.  Again: sorry.

So here’s a picture of Bookworm and PETBoy on a recent camping trip they took with some friends. They’re so cute.Bookworm and PETBoyPETBoy, in case you were wondering, plans to attend a local university while living at home, and to enter a pharmacology program of study. He can do the first part of that (the four-year Bachelor’s degree) here, and then for the second part (three-year Pharmacist study) he’ll probably have to transfer elsewhere, but he’ll be close by. Maybe he’ll come over for dinner sometimes so I can spoil him a little.

Meanwhile, Bookworm is on pins and needles wanting to find out which residential college at Yale she’s been assigned to. That info should be disseminated later in the month.

And we have given the boys Indian names. You know, like in Dances with Wolves? There’s Dances with Wolves and Stands with a Fist and Wind in His Hair and Kicking Bird… we have Grumpy When Hungry (Gaze) and Toink in His Hair (Taz). Taz’ hair has been toinky ever since he was old enough to grow some. I love his hair.

H&C coffeeI miss living in Roanoke. I miss the H&C coffee sign. And the Dr. Pepper sign. And the Texas Tavern sign. And the star, of course. Roanokers love their neon, it seems… Hey, you know, this coffee sign? it moves. That is, first the business name lights up, then the coffeepot itself, and then the coffee pours halfway down the stream, then all the way down, and gradually the cup fills up with thin rings of neon until everything is lit, as it is in the above photo. Then it goes black, and starts all over again. Coolest. Sign. Ever.

7 for all mankind adelaI want these shoes (7 for All Mankind Adela, if you want to search for them). Unfortunately, I do not have $225 to burn on one pair of shoes.

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School’s Out For Summer, 2013

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school's outAnd I am SO FAR BEHIND. Already.

This week, Gaze starts “Camp Cougar,” which is a summer program that’s sort of an extension of regular PE classes with rafting, canoeing, rock wall climbing, caving, and… uh, some other stuff I can’t remember. (Bookworm did it a couple of years ago and had a blast.)

Taz has a summer camp in a couple of weeks.

Band camp starts soon.

AAAARRGGGHHHHH!

So I’m going to plan on a biweekly posting scheme for the summer, on Tuesdays and Fridays, I think.  I have several perfumes to comment on and a long-overdue book report, so I have plenty of material, but Taz in particular has several summer projects I need to oversee: working on his handwriting skills, on his chess skills, on his trumpet skills, on his geography skill.  Bookworm wants to work on her keyboarding. (Gaze has quite enough to be getting on with, what with Camp Cougar and band.)

In other news: I just bought a gardenia plant. It smells like utter heaven.

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Happy Birthday, Bookworm!

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This is Bookworm, August 2000, first day of school, five years old:

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Adorbs, yes? Yes indeed.  She is eighteen today. She graduates high school tomorrow. I’m so proud of her I can barely contain myself.

Scent of the day is Hermes Amazone edt, from a sample. I like – fruity green jasminey thing.

 

 

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New Look (No, not Dior’s), and some random stuff

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(I think I reviewed Dior New Look 1947 at some point in the past, but to recap: pale peachy-pink ultrasuede suit, pointy-toed shoes with a kitten heel, and one tuberose petal in the shoe. Oh, and cold cream. )

Thought I’d try a new photo and color scheme here, and I’ve pared down the blogroll considerably (mostly sites that aren’t updated very frequently). Also still need to add a few other blogs I’ve discovered recently, but haven’t managed that yet.

Bookworm and I went through the “spring” selections in my on-the-dresser hatbox where I keep my in-season perfumes.  She still hates: Amouage Memoir Woman, L’Arte di Gucci, and Silences, as well as the opening of the Silences edp sublime. She was appalled by the Jolie Madame parfum, too, but that one has a slightly-age-damaged opening, and I’m not sure whether she’s horrified by the leather or the deteriorating aldehydes. Could be either. She’s discovered that she likes Tommy Girl and Penhaligon’s Violetta, and that she still loves Donna Karan Gold edp.

She just finished classes at Governor’s School, too, so she’s not having to get up at 5:30 am for these last two weeks of her regular classes at the high school.

OH! and we saw Inception the other night, just the two of us! Fascinating film. And Joseph Gordon-Levitt looks Really Sharp in a Suit, I am telling you…

Review of Micallef’s Denis Durand Parfum Couture to come soon.

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Updating the Blog and Eating Crow

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under constructionI’ve known for some time that I needed to update the blog – some of my links are out of date, there are new ‘fume blogs I need to link to, and then there’s a whole slew of other things I don’t like the looks of, and I need to Fixeth Them.

So. I’ll be doing that over the next 3-4 days.  I hope to have a new review and some Random posts up next week. Not going away, just doing some reconstruction here.

In other news, we go to the awards banquet for Bookworm’s magnet school this evening, and the district track meet will be Friday and Saturday. And The CEO will be going to the Virginia Republican Convention to select the ticket for this fall’s state elections. (Thank goodness. Now all seven of the candidates for Lt. Governor can STOP CALLING MY HOUSE.)

Bookworm’s been wearing Penhaligon’s Violetta. Go figure.

And I had something of an epiphany, after four years of claiming that Chanel Cuir de Russie smells like Virtual Cattle Working Pens on me.  Yesterday, it didn’t.  Multiple tests, multiple wearings, and it was all dust and iodine and rawhide and dry manure – and yesterday it was a saddle and some very buttery ylang. Huh.  Somewhere I had a sample of parfum (I’d been testing the EdT) and couldn’t find it, but The Queen Enabler, Dear Daisy, is going to send me a smidge of modern parfum to try.

I suspect that I’m about to find out what this bird tastes like.crow

Have YOU ever had to “eat crow” about your changing tastes in fragrance?

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Random: Band Concerts, Chilly Weather, No Irises, and Fig Yogurt

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Taz (L) and Gaze after their Christmas concert. Gaze has grown at least three inches since then! Taz maybe 1.5″ – he’s taller, but there’s more disparity between their heights now.

Gaze and Taz had their middle school band concert last week. It went well, and I notice that over the past three months or so that Gaze’s trombone prowess has made an enormous leap forward. He’s really fun to listen to now, even when he’s only practicing in his room. This used to be a thing to be suffered through (as Taz’ trumpet practice is, as was Bookworm’s first year of clarinet practice and the entire summer she was teaching herself to play saxophone). Now? a joy.

Bookworm’s spring concert will be tonight. She’s having a rough week, what with five tests (some AP, some Governor’s School) and that concert. After practice last night she was feeling very stressed, so PETBoy took her for a walk and gave her hugs, and let her borrow his sweatshirt.

Anybody else remember that? The boyfriend sweater/sweatshirt, the one that Smells Like Him… and you don’t wash it until it stops smelling like him.  I had one of those once – this was a sweatshirt my high school boyfriend had outgrown, but it smelled like him (which meant that it smelled to an astonishing degree like SSS Tabac Aurea).  Sigh.

It’s been chilly lately, which is probably why I’ve been wanting all that leather I mentioned last week! The rain has stopped, but temperatures are staying in the 60s and 70s during the day, and getting down into the 30s(F) at night.  Brrr. I even got out extra quilts last night. (Could have turned on the heat. Didn’t.)  When it warms up I’m certain I’ll want more spring florals.

I have no bearded irises in my garden. I am sad about that. I had two varieties at our old house in town, but didn’t move them (was too busy then, moving stuff into our recently-built new house on the farm, and the kids were ages 6, 3, and 1).  But the yellow ones came from The CEO’s mother Barbara, and the mauve-and-paler-mauve ones came from the farmhouse my grandmother Nell used to live in, where my dad grew up. Nell and JT’s farm now belongs to a guy who bought it during the real estate boom as a “country retreat,” and then he immediately moved to Texas for some job or other, so I’m not sure anyone even lives there now, and I worry about the house. It was built in 1860, and old houses deteriorate fast if no one lives in them.  It was a wonderful house, too – 12′ ceilings, double staircases… I dream about it all the time.

Miss Mauve

This looks very much like the variety Nell had, but I’m not sure. Would have to see it up close, and the veining on the lower falls doesn’t look right.

But I digress. I have no irises, and I need some. Maybe I can get some corms from my mother, who I’m sure might have at least a few of those mauve ones.  I used to love the smell of those.

Have recently discovered Chobani Bite 100-calorie yogurt in the Fig and Orange Zest flavor. It is fabulous. I don’t like fig in perfumes, but I love to eat it.

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Jury Duty

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Yeah, so I’ve been called for jury duty on Monday. Have never actually had to report before now, so this will be new.

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Hope to report later.  Will be wearing Cuir de Lancome and, probably, something coral-colored, just to raise my spirits.  Off to do my civic duty.  Catch ya flipside, y’all.

 

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Winners of Silences edp Sublime samples!

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Congrats to: Dionne

and rosiegreen!

I gave each eligible entry a number, from 1 to 9, and then plugged those numbers into Random.org’s random generator, selected the first two numbers generated, and declared those two to be the winners.

Please email me your (real) name and address, and I’ll get those out to you as soon as I can.

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A Hitch in Time

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hippocampus300Today, after a thunderstorm last night and some showers this morning, is sunny and windy, and a good twenty degrees cooler than yesterday was.

I’m not sure why, but it seemed like a good day for vintage Dior Poison, that 80s style bludgeoner that ruined so many college classes for me. I used to despise the stuff, back in the day, back when everybody was wearing about six spritzes too many, and every girls’ dorm hall I walked through reeked of the dreaded elixir. I even hated the ads, aimed as they were at girls who were nothing loath to entice men into danger and sex, like Maleficent – equally as repulsive as she was beautiful.

But now, on my own skin, applied discreetly (for example, a spritz on chest and one on wrist, smeared to the other wrist), it is almost soapy until the orange blossom calms down, and then it is a warm and balsamy tuberose.  The old cough-syrup opening that used to choke me is softened, either through reformulation or through age – my own edt bottle is one from approximately 1998. Poison was drama in a bottle – big hair, and menace, and sex, none of which were ever me.

The important thing about Poison is that although I never wore it when I was younger, today when I spritzed it on I was almost overcome with memories. There I was, balanced halfway between laughter and tears, gasping for breath for a good two minutes while thinking of someone I used to love, remembering the shape of his hands and how it felt to be his best friend. And how we finally, eventually, drifted apart after all the drama was over.

My friend, I miss you.

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