Hey there. Do you ever just have one of those days? A day where you can’t quite put your finger on it, but you’re feeling a little down? A little unmotivated? A little…something? For me, today is that day. I knew it the minute I woke up. Ugh. And I’ve done everything to fight my way through it. I’m wearing a great pair of Prada flats (pretty pretty!). I put on a blouse in the cheeriest color I could find (bright pink!). I’ve treated myself to an afternoon cup of coffee (in theory: zing!). But I’m still sitting here feeling very…very…listless.
So before I leave for the day, I’m swinging one last punch at my case of the drearies, in the form of eye candy. None of these items are cheap, or on sale, or even probably available to someone who drives a minivan and counts sea monkeys among the family pets, but they have perk up potential for sure, so join me in my mood cardio, if you please.
Parent teacher conferences with Lela:
Channeling my inner prep with Manolo:
Cooking Mac ‘n Cheese with Oscar:
After the kids go to bed:
Huh…maybe that worked. Maybe I do feel a little pep in my step. Maybe enough pep in my step to face the rest of the day…or go buy myself a lottery ticket, because clearly I need one!
Hangin’ in there…
Neither my mother nor my grandmothers have “signature scents,” and somehow, I feel a little shortchanged by their oversight. I am at heart a sentimental fool, and I love it when a girlfriend confesses, “Oh, I still wear Shalimar. It reminds me of my grandmother.” I find myself wanting the same…convincing myself that Chanel #5 somehow reminds me of my mother, or that my grandmother never retired a room without traces of Creed’s White Flowers trailing behind her.
Alas, I know I am fabricating memories, and the only real solution to this sentimental void is to adopt my own signature scent. But where to begin? Floral? Spicy? Strong or subtle? The world of perfume is vast, and I think it’s a little bit like the old “kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince” adage. You have to try a lot of scents before you find one that really feels like you. Fortunately, the experience is nothing so slimy as kissing reptiles or dating royalty, and I have time on my side.
I also have knights to help in my crusade. A dear friend sent me a bottle of Jardin sur le Toit by Hermes. The enclosure card read, “To celebrate your rooftop garden, and the three blossoms within.” The scent is perfect, as was the sentiment attached to the gift. I’ve worn it everyday since.