Showing posts with label Provence Marseille. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Provence Marseille. Show all posts

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Less is MOR

You know how I'm doing my little "no frittering" challenge, which I've extended until early June. It pertains specifically to clothing, nothing else, and I've managed to resist temptation rather impressively. Of course, it's easy to resist when everything else is theoretically on the table.

Today I had to go out to replenish my stash soap and hand cream. I'm certainly not thrifty with beauty products and potions. In fact I threw in a little new body wash.

I should mention: I'm feeling rather overwhelmed lately. I have some pretty big things launching soon at work. I have some significant responsibilities at home. I also have some goals I'm trying to achieve (on the work and life fronts) and I don't know how to find the extra energy required.

My creativity feels a little over-tapped right now, to be honest, and my posting may be a bit short or sporadic - or as active as ever. (You know how I like to fuck around with everybody's expectations.) I may not be as active a contributor on your blogs or as immediately responsive to your fabulous comments. It's not that I'm not reading - and loving your work - because surely I am. I just need to find some way to restore my equilibrium.

But back to the potions: My olfactory sense is particularly acute. I'm sure this is the origin of my 7-month vomit fest during pregnancy. I'm the kind of person who can tell what soap you use from 10 feet. I love scent - of course, except for that which I hate - particularly florals with chypre. My body chemistry metabolizes florals quickly, emphasizing musk. On some, florals are pedestrian. On me, they're sexy (go figure).

Happily, while at my potion shop, I came across this:

On first inhale, I was transported by its lush, almost overpowering bouquet. I should have picked out the ylang ylang instantly (I didn't).

It made me feel a little less stuck. A little more like I'm part of the air and the earth and the change of seasons.

I bought it and, every once in a while, I open the cap (it's a roll-on perfume oil) and smell the heady top notes.

What do you do to restore your sense of balance? How do you manage ennui?