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Friday, 18 October 2013

Walk tall...if you can!

I love my own company. Always did. You know, that quiet, nice time, when nobody is home and I can do what ever I want. But mostly I love the fact that I don't have to please people...just me. I love, as I've said, to be left on my own at least a weekend a month. Sorry...what I meant is that I loved that, but not anymore. So here is the story. Two days home alone. I planed so hard for them, I had so many things I wanted to do. Like watching the ballet DVD Sylvia, which I never seen before. Then catching up with my housework, cooking myself the most amazing dinners, some great music and a good book. Just girlie time, nothing spectacular for you maybe, but heaven for me. Because I was home alone for two days, the peak of my whole month. That's what you think. The truth is that I forgot that I have three dogs, big boys, who completely ruined everything. They didn't even tried hard...everything came so naturally to them. 

First day looked like this. I cleaned the house, baked and cooked early in the morning. Nothing better than having a great time in a clean environment. My boys didn't agree though, so I ended up vacuuming and moping for six times. I had to admit that I was so happy when finally my dogs got to around midnight. Up to then, they continuously barked....of happiness...then of sadness....then of hunger....of boredom...or just fighting for my attention....which they got anyway. That's not all: they chased the cat, poor girlie, destroyed my plants, chewed some socks, humped each other, slept on the table (Hendrix of course!), all sorts really. My dogs have imagination! There is nothing they cannot do to upset me. But yes, I had a good night because my dogs decided to sleep deep and get a good rest. Now I know that they just prepared themselves for the next day. 

So second day on my own...with the boys. Vacuuming and moping for eight times! The barking went on and on. Same reasons...nothing really! They haven't humped each other anymore...they humped me. It's just because they love me! They still chased the cat and eat her food from early morning to late evening. And barked...I heard them from my clients heard them too...and the neighbors as well. But nobody complained. People really like me, I guess, because they put up with the noise made by my boys. But, to be honest, I couldn't handle it anymore. So, I decided to be more offensive...which it didn't help by the way. Therefore, I decided to get back to defense. I put some loud heavy metal on that covered the barking. And I ignored them...boy, I so ignored them. I thought that one of my neighbors would call the noise control or the animal whatever office or the police or somebody and they would just take away my boys. But nah. I believe that my neighbors enjoyed the whole stuff. Maybe they have better earplugs than me.

Anyway, it's evening and the boys will go to bed very soon. Thank goodness, God and whatever saints they are around. Tomorrow will come somehow and I will so enjoy the fact that all the freedom my dogs had for the last two days will just go away. Just like that. Because even they are afraid of somebody. Not me, nah. Otherwise they wouldn't play games with me. So, boys, a few more hours and you'll be in trouble....and I will so enjoy it! Have a great weekend, guys. I know I will! :)

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Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Blondie the One

I collect smells. The nice ones, of course. Every memory I can recall is related to a different perfume. Let's be more specific here. I haven't ever invented a perfume, but I am working on it and, who knows, maybe someday I will have my own fragrance marketed. Something at least as revolutionary as Chanel No.5. That's not possible, I know, but the thought of changing history makes me so excited. I just want to have the courage Coco had when she said that enough is enough. What adventure really to add musk and jasmine, associated at that time with courtesans and prostitutes, to a single flower smell wore by "decent" ladies! She made the demimonde respectable. I want that! In the meantime, I have to smell the smells around me, get well used to them, mix them in my head and make small steps in identifying characters and personalities according to what fragrance they use. And it works like this. 

First smell in the morning? Burberry. All Brits should wear it. It is so them. So Burberry and coffee of course. Those two already make up another fragrance I could invent one day, but it seems so simple  and a blondie's conclusion would be that...... simple smells are not complicated. Seriously? I could do better than that. So I would just add the smell of burnt toast. That could toughen up the aroma of my first perfume. But wait; there is more to it. A bouquet of scents in my first morning class. Four ladies wearing different perfumes. One of them is distinctive. Opium. It may be the coriander and pepper that stands up. Yes, coriander, what's so funny about it? That and some floral spices of jasmine, rose and lily blended with mandarin, clove, orange and patchouli. I can break the aroma of a perfume and smell separately all the ingredients. I was always able to do that. So I could add some of the ingredients used in Opium to the perfume I would invent...if any. Now Burberry already has mandarin and musk. Then the fresh coffee smell. I would also take  coriander and clove and blend them in. What else? What about some tuberose, nutmeg and Madagascar vanilla from Calvin Klein's Obsession, the perfume my lunch time client wears? That would make it very woody and I kind of like that. I could soften it a little bit by adding some apricot and cashmere. I love the aroma of those two. One of my evening clients wears the fragrance. You know which one. The one very on vogue, Usher She. But no, I wouldn't add garlic just because I wouldn't wear my dinner menu, but I would mix some Cosmopolitan aroma. But no again, because alcohol is the main ingredient in every perfume so why to invent what was already invented? My father used to say that and he was perfectly right. 

Now that I have the ingredients, I would definitely have to name my perfume. What about Blondie the One? I don't even have to add my name to it, because everybody would know it's me behind the fragrance. No marketing? Who cares about it? If you, guys, would buy only one bottle each, I would already have sold over 65,000 bottles. And that's a lot of cash. Or I could give you each a free sample of Blondie the One. Nah, I do that anyway, every single day in my blogs. :)

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Sunday, 13 October 2013

60 shades of white

I like colors. Like white. Nah, that's not a color. Then maybe black. That's not a color either. Then all the others. I really do love them all and I dress in all sorts of colors... just because I love them. But I already told you that...a few times.  I may have a colorful life or I may be a colorful person. Either way, I surround myself with colors I love. But lately, even me, the one who, as I've said, loves colors have problems in identifying them. No kidding here. It's not that I wasn't able to learn the names associated to colors (I know them in all sorts of languages). It's just the fact that languages change and new words have different meaning lately... Why? Don't ask me; I asked myself for too long and got to no conclusion really. You still don't believe me? Let me then justify myself. 

I love white; I told you that. But nowdays white comes in at least 60 shades (of white this time; none of them being not even close to grey!). There are warm whites and cold whites. Really? White is white...cold as and, as warmer it, is as creamier it gets. Then I like green. Not so much apple green. Sorry. I forgot that it is an old fashioned term. These days it is called lime green and apparently it is not so popular in the States. Why? Don't ask me; ask them! 

You know how much I love pink, but I have some problems with magenta. You know what I mean. That shade between pink and purple, mostly pink with a purple splash...or something like that. As a little girl, I used to call it freesia pink, but now I am a modern girl, so magenta it is. But just between you and I, pink is just pink. Excuse me if I don't always get more specific when I buy pink dresses online. I should know better. I should remember that the next question an outlet would ask is what kind of pink, light pink, hot pink...and the list goes on. There is even a champagne pink. Now give me a break. The color is not even close to strawberry champagne; it is more like a creamier something. Same with turquoise. That great bluish- greenish color. But nah again. The contemporary name is teal, what ever that means.

 I am just a girl who loves colors and colorful outfits. I don't have to know every shade of blue I am no artist and I don't work with color. However, I was asked recently if the dress I want is in Egyptian blue or navy blue. Please tell me the difference cos I don't see any. Not when it's about fabric and dresses. But I don't want to look old fashioned cos I'm not, so I replied after a moment of silence (just to make me look less blonde!) that none of those shades of blue were right with my skin color. I said that the only shade that would made me feel happy was Ultramarine. 1-0 for me, guys. Let them now find the difference cos again not a lot! 

Stop me here please. Don't let me go into the entire polemic regarding black. I have to be very careful when I chose online a black little dress....because black is not black anymore. The store would want me happy so their next question would be licorice black or black bean. Please don't ask me...ask God; he knows everything. I am just a blondie who wants to dress colorful. Also one who is happy to live in the 21st Century. No, not a nana, old fashioned somebody. Therefore, I love the fact that online shops (European ones, of course) ask all these questions about shade of colors. I would never admit I have no idea what they want. I will just pick one of their options and wear the outfit as it there is no tomorrow. Because I know better....that black is black and white is white. 

But I am not surprised that we are saying something and understanding something else. New names are given to old make them look less (or more important). There is no abortion anymore....we call it termination now. No divorces....just separations. No mistresses....just the other women. No drugs...just recreational stuff. No hopeless/ useless wealthy nobodies....we call them now socialites. I could give you more examples, but I am sure you know them all....because they are used every everybody. See you, guys, tomorrow...which these days is CU:)

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