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.
When I see people talk about how they avoid discontinued perfumes because they can’t stand the heartache,
… I think “MORE FOR ME!!!”
Honestly, embracing the ephemeral was the basis for my launch into complete fanaticism about this hobby.
Which is just to say: I got a perfume I loved, found out it had been . . . → Read More: I love heartache
Bellydancing put me in touch with my body for the first time in my life. I love everything about it: the sparkle, the rhythm, the unabashed femininity, but most especially the sweat.
Many years ago my first dance teacher was asking everyone in the class to say what they most loved about dancing. I was . . . → Read More: Kingdom – of the dancer