Grimy, dirty, filthy New England. Why? I'm holed up in the windowed corner of a local cafe, with a squandered space heater....wishing, for the 1st time in a loooong time that I could smoke inside.
Blah.
Quite lovely, actually. Here, now. It snowed all night last night, but my husband and I woke up to a steady rain which has flooded the streets and left wake after wake to scum-slush EVERYWHERE. And....my wellies were left at the office for the first time in about 2 months...so of course when I actually need them. I opted to pull on my fantastic All Black wedge booties:
ahem...
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Anyways... I'm obsessed. OBSESSED with Victor & Rolf 's "Flower Bomb".
Woah. Woah. Woah.
This is absolutely undeniably orgasmic. Scentgasm. My, My, My. Elixer of the Gods. Thanks. Thank youuuu. You crazy little men. So there I was looking to drop some Sephora dollars on m'self (thanks Yanks ; ) All ready to go in and buy some Marc Jacobs "Lola" - based on the reviews and the notes, sounded like a no-brainer....til I actually smelled it. Blah. BLECH. I'm a Dior "Pure Poison" gal all damn day & night...but I want 50 thousand pretty perfume bottles adorning my vanity. I want atomizers & pistols, cameo glass & magnums and rituals in the mornings. Every part of dressing should be meaningful, given the time. Which I usually don't give myself. However, the wake a woman leaves speaks of thoughtfulness and class - especially if it's subtle and interesting - which is exactly what Flowerbomb is. Not powdery or sickeningly sweet. Nothing chalky or cheap here. Soft, warm & quite provocative - though perfect day to night. EVERYone loves this. Notes: Sambac Jasmine, Centifolia Rose, Cattleya Orchid & Patchouli.
Finally,
The close of February finds me incredibly happy with my w ork and my fantastically gifted, brilliant & handsome husband, who has recently cast himself as painter and is bent on cultivating his skills as an authentic Ottoman miniature artist. We just celebrated our 1 year wedding anniversary in December...
(yes, he even cooks)
It just so happens that February finds me hunting for a new bag...and by bag...I guess I mean investment? Horrible, I know. But I suppose that's why I started keeping this blog - so I can unabashedly flaunt my garish and unnecessary wants, lusts, yearnings - both realistically and very very very unrealistically.
Case in point:
Blah.
Quite lovely, actually. Here, now. It snowed all night last night, but my husband and I woke up to a steady rain which has flooded the streets and left wake after wake to scum-slush EVERYWHERE. And....my wellies were left at the office for the first time in about 2 months...so of course when I actually need them. I opted to pull on my fantastic All Black wedge booties:
Though mine are not 'all black' at all - they're all chocolate and all wet at the moment. I love them - a steal last year from Anthro.
2 espresso double shots and a piece of cherry-hazelnut crumb-cake later and I wanted to do some listing for what I've come to refer to as the want blog.
As in I want this wall treatment for my foyer & hallway:
As in I want to paint my teeny tiny kitchen:
As in I want this wall treatment for my foyer & hallway:
As in I want to paint my teeny tiny kitchen:
Pantone's 144
I'm kind of obsessed with Marigold for the small space & I'm plotting some advancement tactics to justify the upgrade. My landlord's 70 something and spent a good chunk of the winter in the Swiss Alps - but his brother is the property manager and the house we occupy is about 300 years old & we are the sole tenants....it's definitely due some freshening up. Our kitchen was, at one point the upstairs bathroom & our bathroom was a bedroom - until some time in the 60s, maybe. I really don't know. What I do know is - our kitchen is minuscule & our bathroom is soooo big, which is great. But cooking is definitely a challenge and while we do have ample cabinet space & storage in the kitchen, it's definitely interesting coordinating meals and clean-up. In fact, my husband is planning to cook dinner for some friends this evening - the menu consists of fresh roasted leg-of lamb from our dear friends family farm, which pan-roast with eggplant, mushrooms, tomatoes & hot peppers for some kinda delicious Turkish kebab ,there seems to be about 10,000 variations. Our friend's been sick with pneumonia & the flu for nearly a month, but in that time he's blossomed relationship status with an exceptionally lovely young woman who I'm very excited to get to know. He is a very treasured friend and we count him as family, passionate, brilliant, dashingly handsome and so so so much fun.
ahem...
<3>
Anyways... I'm obsessed. OBSESSED with Victor & Rolf 's "Flower Bomb".
Woah. Woah. Woah.
This is absolutely undeniably orgasmic. Scentgasm. My, My, My. Elixer of the Gods. Thanks. Thank youuuu. You crazy little men. So there I was looking to drop some Sephora dollars on m'self (thanks Yanks ; ) All ready to go in and buy some Marc Jacobs "Lola" - based on the reviews and the notes, sounded like a no-brainer....til I actually smelled it. Blah. BLECH. I'm a Dior "Pure Poison" gal all damn day & night...but I want 50 thousand pretty perfume bottles adorning my vanity. I want atomizers & pistols, cameo glass & magnums and rituals in the mornings. Every part of dressing should be meaningful, given the time. Which I usually don't give myself. However, the wake a woman leaves speaks of thoughtfulness and class - especially if it's subtle and interesting - which is exactly what Flowerbomb is. Not powdery or sickeningly sweet. Nothing chalky or cheap here. Soft, warm & quite provocative - though perfect day to night. EVERYone loves this. Notes: Sambac Jasmine, Centifolia Rose, Cattleya Orchid & Patchouli.
Finally,
The close of February finds me incredibly happy with my w ork and my fantastically gifted, brilliant & handsome husband, who has recently cast himself as painter and is bent on cultivating his skills as an authentic Ottoman miniature artist. We just celebrated our 1 year wedding anniversary in December...
(yes, he even cooks) It just so happens that February finds me hunting for a new bag...and by bag...I guess I mean investment? Horrible, I know. But I suppose that's why I started keeping this blog - so I can unabashedly flaunt my garish and unnecessary wants, lusts, yearnings - both realistically and very very very unrealistically.
Case in point:
Prada's "Nappa Chevron" bag circa 2006 on sale @ Malleries for $799
Um. Yea. Sure this is 2006 and remember, you still live in Miami. And you're rich? Right? Oooooh. yeathat'sright - that didn't end very well. Hmmm. I got dreams to remember.
Fuck Miami.
Um. Yea. Sure this is 2006 and remember, you still live in Miami. And you're rich? Right? Oooooh. yeathat'sright - that didn't end very well. Hmmm. I got dreams to remember.
Fuck Miami.
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