Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it. —Walt Whitman Advertisements
I take my own posts as prompts: when I blogged about chronic pain, I went to see the doctor the next day; when I blogged about tattoo ideas, I made an appointment at a tattoo studio immediately. While the results of my doctors’ appointments are still being determined, the outcome of my other appointment is now
I’ve been thinking forever of getting tattooed because that’s the kind of thing you do when you’re in the midst of a third-life crisis (probably an early mid-life crisis in my case, as my lifestyle isn’t consistent with longevity). One gets to see a plenty of tattoos in summer, when people go around semi-naked, which
I have a new pair of kitty earrings. I thought you should know. I mean, they’re awesome. No one should be deprived of the pleasure of viewing anything cat related, especially when it’s cute without being too cute. I think my earrings seek to represent the Siamese cat. It’s a slim, sleek and elegant breed.
To paraphrase the statement of the most interesting man in the world, I don’t always blog about make-up, but when I do… Wait. I don’t actually know what I do when I blog about make-up because I believe it’s my first time. This is how it happened. It’s a poor luck that on my way