It was either posting the image above or the Facebook meme announcing that 2016 has been cancelled for being too dysfunctional. As I've learned from my lovely reader Eileen, perspective, joy, and appreciating each day for all its gifts is the key to the kind of life I wish for myself and everyone else. So, it's the July 1916 garden, blooming roses, a yellow dress, and not complaining about plagues, real and metaphoric.
I've started reading or rereading a dozen books in the last couple of weeks, I just can't finish anything. Not a single chapter. I need something light and enticing. In short sentences. Maybe with pictures of kittens.
On Dead waves- Blue Inside. The entire album is fantastic.
My attention span and The Plague are preventing the husband and me from binge watching the entire last season of Orphan Black that we've been hoarding on the DVR. This series was meant for binging, I think, because it's so confusing otherwise. And can I tell you how happy I am that Tatiana Maslany got an Emmy nomination? It's not that I'm not seriously rooting for Keri Russell, but Tatiana is beyond awesome.
Each and every one of my fig perfumes, especially the greener or woodier ones. I'm starting to think there are not enough of them. I have very little to add to my 2012 Fig Perfume List. It's not right.
I've rearranged some of my free-form and MAC palette by transferring them into larger cases. It's been very inspiring. Now I just need for my face to depuff and my eyes to stop watering and it's all good.
Frequently Worn Outfit/Item
In my current state there's very little to talk about. But I'm antsy to feel better and wear some of my pretty summer dresses. Or anything free of cat hair, really.
Last week everyone was cheering for Jennifer Aniston and her Huffington Post op-ed. As someone who chose to be child-free I could certainly agree with many of the points she made. People near and far spent years doing a uterus watch, speculating, warning me about my shriveling ovaries and generally being disrespectful. Jen has gone through that multiplied by the entire free world population, and unlike in my case, it didn't stop once she turned forty. The thing is, that's only one part of the story. Lainey from Lainey Gossip has a slightly different view that's worth reading, even if you disagree with her.
Fresh figs and peanut butter. Not together, but never say never.
This is remaining a No Bane Zone even if it kills me (which it probably will).
Visits from the local raccoon family (I leave them food on the deck). Also, these faces:
|Gloria and Georgie|
|Gloria and Georgie, again|
The kittens are learning to climb up and down the stairs, which hopefully means that I'll get my dressing room back for myself soonish. It'll be nice.
A full bottle of Le Feu d'Issey. I might as well wish for a unicorn.
Random photo, actually. First Lady Grace Coolidge and her pet raccoon, Rebecca:
How are you? What's on your list of loves and banes? Any wishes and recommendations?