Breathe Deep

Right now in my apartment it smells like warm banana bread, watermelon, fabric softener, tea and furniture polish and if you get closer to me you can detect the scent of Nivea cream.

Scent triggered memories is just one of the many services I provide on this blog.

Adorned

Last week I bought new mascara. I haven't been pleased with how any one mascara has performed so I've been searching for the right combination of mascaras that will not only give volume but will add length to the thin, sparse stubs I laughingly call my eyelashes and what will also stay in place and not make me look, twenty minutes after applying it, like I've gone three rounds with Wladimir Klitschko. Now I'm using one mascara with one of those skinny rubbery brushes to add length and one with a thick brushy brush for volume. I still have skimpy looking lashes but at least they look like they exist.

Today I bought a silk scarf. One of those long, wide numbers with a knotted fringe. A rosy pink scarf for spring that's done in a jacquard weave. It's lovely - smooth and light as a breathy whisper. It's so cute and so soft that I want to sleep with it wrapped around me.

Tomorrow? I'm really jonesing for new lipstick. And eyeshadow. I haven't bought new eyeshadow in ages because I won't take the time to hunt down something really gorgeous and irresistible. And I want some lipstick that's smooth and glossy and a color that makes me feel absolutely glamorous. Tomorrow I believe I shall go in search of some.

And come Saturday, if I haven't already done it, I may go in search of some nice hair ornaments. Clips and barrettes that are cute without being girlish and ornamental without being tacky. Something sophisticated.

I aim to find all these things that will help me feel like I'm coming alive again for spring. But the bad part? None of it will likely be worn to any place more stylish and glamorous than my local grocery store because these days that's the most stylish and glamorous place I ever go.

Not that great makeup and accessories could ever be wasted.