Thursday, February 16, 2006

It Should Be Illegal

To smell this good.

Today I am wearing jeans, a grey sweater covered in fuzzballs, my hair is in a ponytail, I am wearing no makeup, the only piece of jewelry I am wearing is my wedding ring and for shoes? Chucks. Yup, black & pink canvas converse high-tops.

But I am the most glamorous, worldly, sexy and intriguing creature I know. Know why? Cause of my perfume.

I am thinking this might be one I shouldn't wear to work though, cause I am distracting myself with all my mystery & glamour. I'd wear this on a date with James Bond. But not the Tom Cruise Bond - Connery.

Yeah, baby.

What am I wearing today? No fair if I told you elsewhere.


Blogger mireille said...

ummmmmmm, lemme think. ermmmmmm, French CanCan?! That's it, isn't it??!! French CanCan!! heh. xoxo

4:46 PM, February 16, 2006  
Anonymous gingele said...

First comment, frequent reader.

Your killin' me!

('course if it this was me, it would be MKK)

9:58 PM, February 16, 2006  
Blogger WinterWheat said...

Aw, c'mon!

10:21 AM, February 17, 2006  
Blogger cjblue said...

OK, OK, It's Britney Spears Curious.

Or not.

Dingdingding, Mireille is right, it's Can Can. Darn, am I that obvious? M, have you tried this stuff? Liquid crack, I tell you.

And Gingele, thanks for finally deciding to leave a comment! It's so nice to know who's stopping by. Welcome - MKK is Muscs Koublai Kahn or Michael Kors something? I'm guessing the Lutens. So much talk about that one and I've never tried it!

Oh well, I continue to bask in my own glory today, as the French Can Can made it clear it intended to be worn.

10:41 AM, February 17, 2006  
Blogger PFG said...

Curious - Now *that* made me laugh.

xpspa: blended acronym/abreviation for "ex protection spa treatemnt".
(What I need today 'cause the ex is in the building.)

2:56 PM, February 17, 2006  
Anonymous gingele said...

MKK = the *infamous* Serge Lutens' Muscs Koublai Kahn

Yes - you must try my beloved, much maligned MKK. If for no other reaason than to judge for yourself what all the fuss is about. Circus stank or no?

6:16 PM, February 17, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Every day, except maybe the ones blurred by ennui, is an adventure I take myself on with fragrance.

Like you, I can be wearing 5 year old grey pants, a black sweatshirt, no earrings, but my Pink Jasmine makes me a creature men want to inch closer to. At 7/11, Sunoco, CVS.

Of course this man, let's say it's one man for the moment, is wearing a smart black coat, has long piano player fingers and a keen sensitivity to the glorious invisible world of scents.

I see him in the corner of my eye, trying to breath a bit deeper, without invading my space, frightening or annoying me. I pretend not to notice, while I move to touch something next to him. We don't acknowledge, but I got mine and he got his.


12:15 PM, February 22, 2006  

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