dolce far niente
(in the interest of full disclosure, much of this is adapted from an email i sent to B yesterday.)
so despite the subject line, i was a bit of a busy bee yesterday! um, in the morning i had a rummage through the family jewels-grandiose name tho that is for them!-& rediscovered my... great-grandmother's, i think, perfume ball necklace:
the blue ball unscrews, and inside is a bit of sponge that you're meant to saturate with perfume, and then it sort of wafts out slowly over time (the equator is perforated). honestly, i think the real point is to scent one's cleavage-without actually, you know, spraying directly onto one's cleavage, because that wouldn't be classy!-because that's totally where it falls when left to its own devices. so i spent the day drifting around in my own personal haze of chanel no. 5, because it seemed suitably period & we (read: my mother) had it on hand. :D
thus excitingly attired, i took a trip down to sam flax, stationery store of my heart, to get a planner & excitingly colored pens for school. (not that i'm likely to maintain it totally perfectly, i'm not quite one of those girls! but what can i say, the idea is too alluring to pass up.) once back in my own neighborhood, i dropped into the new barnes & noble-sashaying past the 59842375 construction workers out lunching-and-ogling at 86th & lex!-to catch up with some former coworkers, & then went home to make various doctor's appointments & fill in my planner; in the evening i met up with joanna for dinner & a reading, which was lovely. the evening in general, i should clarify, rather than the reading in particular: heroic measures isn't really my kind of book, nor was jill ciment really my kind of reader.
though she did make an interesting point, i thought, abt needing distance from things in order to capture them properly-specifically, that she'd had to leave new york city, & let it become, as she put it, "mythical," in order to write a novel set there. which is maybe why i can't seem to write poems abt anyone i love, really: because i haven't stopped loving them.
anyway am now curled up in an armchair at starbucks, catching up on work-& being hit on by strange men, as seems to be inevitable whenever i wind up in coffeeshops; at least today's example only called me sweetheart, rather than coming out directly & asking if i was single?-so i'd better get back to that. am thinking fond thoughts of you all!
♥
so despite the subject line, i was a bit of a busy bee yesterday! um, in the morning i had a rummage through the family jewels-grandiose name tho that is for them!-& rediscovered my... great-grandmother's, i think, perfume ball necklace:
the blue ball unscrews, and inside is a bit of sponge that you're meant to saturate with perfume, and then it sort of wafts out slowly over time (the equator is perforated). honestly, i think the real point is to scent one's cleavage-without actually, you know, spraying directly onto one's cleavage, because that wouldn't be classy!-because that's totally where it falls when left to its own devices. so i spent the day drifting around in my own personal haze of chanel no. 5, because it seemed suitably period & we (read: my mother) had it on hand. :D
thus excitingly attired, i took a trip down to sam flax, stationery store of my heart, to get a planner & excitingly colored pens for school. (not that i'm likely to maintain it totally perfectly, i'm not quite one of those girls! but what can i say, the idea is too alluring to pass up.) once back in my own neighborhood, i dropped into the new barnes & noble-sashaying past the 59842375 construction workers out lunching-and-ogling at 86th & lex!-to catch up with some former coworkers, & then went home to make various doctor's appointments & fill in my planner; in the evening i met up with joanna for dinner & a reading, which was lovely. the evening in general, i should clarify, rather than the reading in particular: heroic measures isn't really my kind of book, nor was jill ciment really my kind of reader.
though she did make an interesting point, i thought, abt needing distance from things in order to capture them properly-specifically, that she'd had to leave new york city, & let it become, as she put it, "mythical," in order to write a novel set there. which is maybe why i can't seem to write poems abt anyone i love, really: because i haven't stopped loving them.
anyway am now curled up in an armchair at starbucks, catching up on work-& being hit on by strange men, as seems to be inevitable whenever i wind up in coffeeshops; at least today's example only called me sweetheart, rather than coming out directly & asking if i was single?-so i'd better get back to that. am thinking fond thoughts of you all!
♥