I fell this morning on my way to work. I was carrying two paper bags containing 4 large glass bottles of ice tea and lemonade. The sidewalk was uneven and I twisted my right ankle, lost balance, and fell forward on my left knee and both hands. All I remember thinking was that I hoped the huge glass bottle of lemonade didn't shatter. And then I said "Ohh Noooh" (to quote Annabelle). Surprisingly I wasn't embarrassed at all. I simply stood back up and continued walking. I was a smidge concerned about the few cars waiting at the red light. I was hoping they wouldn't be staring at me too much. So when their light turned green I was happy again. So now my favorite Gap jeans have a hole in the knee, and I have a stale, blood red scab where the jeans failed to protect my skin from the harsh city streets. CHEAP JEANS!! What kind of denim shreds to pieces at the first sign of distress??? Oh yeah, mine.

Anyway, it made a good story to tell at the potluck today. We had a picnic theme. Hotdogs, potato salad, red & white gingham tablecloths. The works. I was sort of mad at the jeans and at the slight burning sensation my knee was radiating, that I decided right then and there that I was going to splurge on the Diptyque candle I've been lusting over. So after work, a trip to the Beauty Collection Apothecary in Sherman Oaks was in order. I got my candle in Rosa Geranium. And tried on the following perfumes: Sage Machado Pearl on both wrists, Diptyque Roses on my right arm, and Thymes Kimono Rose on my left. And now I can't help but think I'm giving off the distinct scent of forgotten flowers left to rot in a dark alley on the rue Saint-Denis, Paris.

And speaking of Sherman Oaks, I honestly do not understand why anyone lives in the valley. Everyone drives like a maniac and there is no shade. Anywhere. Except for Toluca Lake that is. Cute as a button! I don't know why more people don't talk about that place. oh well. Burbank is fine and dandy except there really is no night life. Unless you count going to the AMC 2,4678 Theater where all you really do is end up rubbing elbows with Armenian thugs and the women who love them. Not that anything is wrong with that. Unless, of course, you don't like brassy blonde highlights and spider leg eyelashes. And BMW's that will mow down any pedestrian within a 3 ft. distance.

Latest Perfume Reviews

Masaki Matsushima Mintea

Inspired by the art of refinement practiced in traditional Japanese tea ceremonies, this outstanding combination of green tea, mint tea leaves, white flowers, and precious woods, plus Mat;'s signature crystal musk is as light as morning dew on mint leaves.

Notes:Green Tea, Lemon, Mint Tea, Lily of the Valley, White Rose, Crystal Musk, Precious Woods.
Style:Calming. Subtle. Light.

Lovely fresh mint tea leaves. Perfect for hot summer days. I love this. Too bad its so expensive. $60 for a mere 1.35 oz! CRAZY TALK!! I'll be living off the free samples at Sephora for a while.

Bvlgari Red Tea

Created from the only two varieties of red tea ever cultivated: Roiboos tea from South Africa and Yunnan tea from China, this versatile fragrance blends these two fine teas with the vibrant notes of orange, bergamot, and pink pepper, along with the soft, sensual notes of fig pulp, walnut, and musk.

Notes: Pink Pepper, Orange, Bergamot, Red Tea Accord, Fig Pulp, Walnut, Musk.

Style: Enticing. Vibrant. Luminous.

This one was very dissapointing. Pink Pepper is horrid! The single note from the Body Shop gave me a headache. This wasn't any better. Red Tea started off promising, but melted into a pink pepper mess. too bad.

I also layered Fresh Index's Cucumber Baie with their Bulgarian Rose and it was just LOVELY! Fresh, crisp rose petals floating on cucumber water. Something I would not want to smell like in real life. But nice enough to experiment with. Perhaps in a candle...?

Newest It Girl

the photographer & her assistant between takes

for melissa

Holly is having another identity crisis.
She doesn't know if she is a tortishell or calico.
Quite frankly, I'm not sure what she is either. We thought tortie for a long time because that was what was written down on her papers at the pound. But recently I read that torties are only 2 colors and if they have white, that makes them calico. Hmmm... She reminds me of a Frankenstein cat with her tortishell top, white belly, and tabby striped drumsticks for legs.

Great! Now I'm hungry for some chicken.

Since I am intrigued by all things Nyanko now, I got these dessert themed stickers from ebay, and brushed up on their life story:

Nyankos are small kittens that enjoy mimicking various items, generally edible items. Disguising itself is a hobby of the Nyanko cat. However, it has been said that Nyankos ask not to be eaten by those who may find them. Additionally, Nyankos are often easily bored and can sometimes be seen fleeing from their place in the disguise in order to explore newer schemes of costuming. For example, Some Nyanko posing as a milkshake, pie, and hamburger.

I finally caught the pesky caterpillar that was eating my best flowers. I saw him a few days ago but paid no mind until I noticed all my new geranium buds were empty inside. The red petals were gone and all that were left behind were dried up shells. So I looked everywhere for the caterpillar, and sure enough there it was. Caught red handed, munching on the baby flowers. I took it downstairs and placed it in one of the huge potted trees on the landing. It was fun watching it quickly slither up the branch of his new home. But I think I'm starting to regret moving it. As I was walking away, I saw it sit on a mushroom and pull out something that suspiciously resembled a hookah!!!