Friday, March 27, 2009

Off to See the Wizard

Heading to LaLa land in the a.m. for the perfume thingy at Blunda's. Won't be back 'til Sunday late. Will update and regale y'all with the details. Maybe a picture or two as well.

Bye!

Monday, March 23, 2009

Life & Perfume



Less about perfume, perhaps, and a bit more about life. Ten years ago when my father still breathed he posited a life philosophy that, up until now, completely eluded me. After watching my meager investments go from pathetic to tragic in the span of three months, the light of understanding began to illuminate the dark corner where dad's life philosophy lay. What was his philosophy? That one should only work to live, not live to work. Work for what you need, don't trust financial institutions (and I thought he was being paranoid), grow your own food, grow your own "medicine", and grow your spirit in whichever manner you choose so long as proselytizing and shooting weren't involved. Time is an investment and you have to decide if you want your investment of time to equal piles of money so you can drive that gas guzzling SUV and wear expensive clothes and have people admire you for your cash, or do you want your time to be reflected in the relationships you have with your family and friends? And lastly: You can't take it with you when you die. Maybe I'm not articulating this properly, but I think the bottom line is that we're all a bunch of spoiled little shits who think we deserve things we don't work for and work for things we don't need. I'd rather have respect, love, camaraderie and experiences in my life because these things my soul can "take with me" when I die.

Dad also said, "Money happens. When you need it, you'll figure out a way to get it."

About perfume? Who am I kidding? I haven't had the time to make any! But I have been tincturing, and distilling. The zippy zapper's got a little 1 oz bottle of horse chestnuts spinning into the 15th hour. This stuff, though animal derived, smells amazing. And it doesn't hurt the horse in any way to remove its "chestnuts".

Friday, March 20, 2009

Welcome Spring

Spring, for the past 20 years, has not been a joyful time for me. I live in America's bread basket (or maybe it's the fruit basket?) and spring is when the bread in the basket is rising, dusting the world with pollen of evil intent. Or just regular mindless pollen . . . This spring it's been pretty well under control. The reaction to all the blooming and sprouting has been at a minimum. I remember an allergist told me that at some point I'd "grow out" of my allergies. He just didn't tell me it'd take 20 years and that I'd be in my late 40's when it happened! Live and learn, eh?

This spring is shaping up to be quite joyful. There is love growing here where before there was sadness and despondency and self-destruction. There is happiness blooming, replacing the anger and frustration and feelings of self-loathing and loss of confidence. I may regret saying this sometime in the future, but thank the Universe for shy, pretty boys who use the super glue of love to put back together a shattered heart.

And with that, I wish you all a Happy Spring.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Greening

She's Baaaack!

Um, guys, the soap maker extraordinaire is back and in business over at Etsy.

You really don't want to miss this stuff: Ana ~

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Been Away

It's been a weird beginning to spring 'round here. Been away from the bench for over three weeks and the antsy feeling is near critical. So looking forward to the Perfume Exhibition at Blunda's beginning the 28th of March. I plan to be there with bells on. Some of my favorite people are going to be there and I wouldn't miss it for anything. If you're in the area, I encourage you to attend. The info can be found here.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Lights Coming On Again

There I was, bragging away about how I'd dodged the yearly seasonal cold, and a flu bug struck me down. The diffuser was turned off for like, maybe three full days (the hubs objected to the scent of rosemary cineole and bergamot bubbling away together), and there was so much in and out going on ~ errands, theirs, not mine, never mine, because mine are all right here . . . I digress. So a bug hit me. Hard. Been down and fairly out for about two weeks. Just before the bug hit, I received a little tin of vintage resins from Ms. L. up in Berkeley. Only been able to sniff at them a little just these past few days, since the sense of smell sort'a, kind'a came back, a little. I am dumbstruck by the orris soluble resin. Luscious. Sugared petals and light clover honey. The benzoin soluble resin is rich and sticky sweet, vanilla cream. There are others, but my nose refuses to cooperate, so the evals on those will have to wait. My point is that this is what I love about doing what I do. The gems. The darlings. These little treasures of essence from which to springboard ideas, create something unique, something dazzling. Or leave to sparkle on their own, library pieces to carry around in apothecary boxes and share with friends.

So happy the clouds of illness are sweeping away and a little of the light is beginning to shine through.

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