Tuesday, February 01, 2011
About the Previous Post . . .
Some of you who read this blog may be scratching your heads wondering wth that last post was about. I felt the same way when I stumbled across the old advertisement for feminine hygiene douche that did double (or triple and quadruple and on, as more of the facts emerged) duty as mouth wash for bad breath and a foot soak for the hubs. It would be the modern equivalent of handing over a tube of Vagisil to take care of loveys toothache.
I simply have a secret love affair with old advertising. I must as I'm drawn to it. It's ridiculous and fun, and reminiscent of pharmaceutical ads of today where there is an overload of information and instead of telling us we can use diet pills and be fabulous and have sparkling eyes while we're being fabulous, we're told all the horrifying side-effects, from explosive diarrhea to hair loss, a reversal in selling points. Anti-advertising, yet people still run to the doc for an Rx despite the risk of a weeping full-body rash and thrush of the brain stem.
I found that douche ad in a 1929 wedding planner. Not only does it advertise douche, it advertises photographers, jewelers, banks, florists and chocolatiers. It's most important messages, however, appear to be douching, using Clorox bleach everywhere, and learning to cook. There are a mess of really great from-scratch recipes in this wedding planner, to its credit, as well as great photographs. Vignettes of lives past. Alas, no perfume ads.
But what a way to kick off the Valentine's Season, eh?
I've really got to get cracking. I have yet to place all the perfumes on the Artfire site-- ooh! And I got all my website stuff straightened out, so I'll be working on that this year. I'm still developing some serums and elixirs with olive leaf infusions (nice stuff!), and I have four perfume projects with deadlines coming up. Eek.
Still have NOT done a thing with the butane extractor. I've decided to go ahead with the ambrette seeds as I've got a good supply of them, and they're pretty difficult to get anything from and I love killing myself with near-impossible challenges. It's just been too danged cold outside lately, and if you know anything about butane when it comes from the can, then you know it, the can it comes from, and wherever the butane goes into, gets sub-zero cold. And you can't do this indoors or you'll blow up.