Holy crap, the year is over.
This year often sucked, and I will be glad to see the back of it (don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, 2012). Nonetheless it has seen the acquisition of a hellacious amount of perfume in this house, and I feel I should . . . → Read More: Buh-bye, 2012! In perfumes et al.
HO-kay. Time to post something before I forget how this blogging thing works. I used to have a life, right?
Hate to come back with the crankies but I’m kind of peeved at Sephora because they sucked me in with a “get five samples” thing, so I ordered some stuff I truly did not need, . . . → Read More: Marchesa, Voyage d’Hermès, and Fame – Musings on Shopping at Sephora
I’m finally filing a bunch of samples I got at Sniffapalooza in the spring – ok, I’m not even filing them yet, I’m just entering them in my spreadsheet so I don’t buy them again – and something leaked on my hand and then smelled nasty. I’m suspecting Vanille Insensée because it was the only . . . → Read More: I suspect you, Vanille Insensée
I love it when a perfume I never would have selected reaches out and taps my shoulder (or grabs me hard) and demands my love. (I kinda like it too when friends I would never expected to be friends click in a great way. Maybe not so much in my romantic life. But then maybe . . . → Read More: Love you weren’t looking for