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Another lovely day. Laundry done, but not dishes. Grey's Anatomy watched (oh, do I want Callie's blue-tipped hair). Dozed in and out of consciousness. Watched the PBS circus documentary with T, then went down to Harvard Square to buy Chile's bday present, got done over by a Southie queen at Origins (seriously, a lipstick color called Marigold? It was a bad idea before it even got near my face) Also, mulberry eyeliner. He assured me that I would get many phone numbers tonight. I feel like I let him down by sitting on my couch and eating indian with my best friend and my husband while watching the losers.

I seem to have switched from reading Supernatural fanfiction to reading perfume blogs. It's just as much of a rabbit hole, and it's so very satisfying to read overblown descriptions, reminiscent of wine reviews.

I smelled like vanilla for almost all of high school (Lesson's girlfriend hated it so I tended to wear a lot of it when I'd be riding in Lesson's car) and like cigarettes and despair for college. I discovered an awesome fig scent post-college, and wore that for a couple years before I tried to get into BPAL (which always ended up smelling like babypowder or decaying flowers) and that didn't really work, then someone tipped me off to a smaller etailer called Ava Luxe, and I wore a sicklysweet honey scent to my wedding, and have been wearing a scent called Milk pretty much since then. I ordered some samples from a etailer called Cobalt Blends, got quite smitten with one, and they promptly went out of business before I could order more.

I'm trying out some Villainess scents (I really like browsing the soapbox co's website) in an attempt to find something that feels a little more grownup, a little less comforting a smell. I dither with the idea that I want to grow up a little bit, not all the time, but acquire the skillset to put the costume on when I want to.

I still want pigtails and glitter, ripped up tshirts and baggy jeans and I'm certainly not giving up my orthopedic shoes. But I want to wear the eyeliner, and not smell like someone's grandma's kitchen (even in a good way).

Well, it's time for the meltdown about tomorrow's "Looking Back, Facing Forward: A Day for Patients and Families" where I'll learn all about (among other things) updates in breast and ovarian cancer, advances in imaging and screening, nipple sparing and other prophylactic mastectomy innovations for BRCA carriers, and current concepts in breast reconstruction. I think I shall go hug a squishable.

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Another lovely day. Laundry done, but not dishes. Grey's Anatomy watched (oh, do I want Callie's blue-tipped hair). Dozed in and out of consciousness. Watched the PBS circus documentary with T, then went down to Harvard Square to buy Chile's bday present, got done over by a Southie queen at Origins (seriously, a lipstick color called Marigold? It was a bad idea before it even got near my face) Also, mulberry eyeliner. He assured me that I would get many phone numbers tonight. I feel like I let him down by sitting on my couch and eating indian with my best friend and my husband while watching the losers.

I seem to have switched from reading Supernatural fanfiction to reading perfume blogs. It's just as much of a rabbit hole, and it's so very satisfying to read overblown descriptions, reminiscent of wine reviews.

I smelled like vanilla for almost all of high school (Lesson's girlfriend hated it so I tended to wear a lot of it when I'd be riding in Lesson's car) and like cigarettes and despair for college. I discovered an awesome fig scent post-college, and wore that for a couple years before I tried to get into BPAL (which always ended up smelling like babypowder or decaying flowers) and that didn't really work, then someone tipped me off to a smaller etailer called Ava Luxe, and I wore a sicklysweet honey scent to my wedding, and have been wearing a scent called Milk pretty much since then. I ordered some samples from a etailer called Cobalt Blends, got quite smitten with one, and they promptly went out of business before I could order more.

I'm trying out some Villainess scents (I really like browsing the soapbox co's website) in an attempt to find something that feels a little more grownup, a little less comforting a smell. I dither with the idea that I want to grow up a little bit, not all the time, but acquire the skillset to put the costume on when I want to.

I still want pigtails and glitter, ripped up tshirts and baggy jeans and I'm certainly not giving up my orthopedic shoes. But I want to wear the eyeliner, and not smell like someone's grandma's kitchen (even in a good way).

Well, it's time for the meltdown about tomorrow's "Looking Back, Facing Forward: A Day for Patients and Families" where I'll learn all about (among other things) updates in breast and ovarian cancer, advances in imaging and screening, nipple sparing and other prophylactic mastectomy innovations for BRCA carriers, and current concepts in breast reconstruction. I think I shall go hug a squishable.