Falling Out of Love

You start to notice the little things.
Like how you don't post as much.
Like how you never learned to use your digital camera to post your own visuals.
Like how you now hate the color scheme that you tried to superimpose over the kind but Levittown-esque Blogger template.
Like how even your faithful three (maybe up to six) readers agree with you that your Blog is boring.
At least you still like the name.
So ... what do you do when you have to break up with your blog?
You knock the whole damn thing down (after taking time to sift through the 799 previous posts {YES, THIS IS ACTUALLY THE 800TH POST} to see what's worth saving)
And start over.
Look for a New and Different C'est Chic coming soon.

Rabbit, Rabbit

Ok, just imagine you see a rabbit in this space. Like a Cheshire cat, only different. Thank you.

Shaal Nur

It's about time for my semi-annual fragrance review, isn't it? Ok. Today I wore Etro Shaal Nur. It smelled good.

Here's more vital information from the mini-review of September 1, 2006 (jeez, I've been blogging a long time): Shaal Nur with citrus, spices, karo karoundé, narcissus, jonquil ... what I get is a transparent incense-y rose, akin to the sheer beauty of Sonoma Scent Studio's Tranquility. That same wisp-of-holy-smokeness quality, plus a subtle florality.

Earth Day 2008

I Got Something Anyway

I got a flu shot. I wash my hands religiously. I aim my patented glare at people who cough on the bus (I don't care if they can't help it). I boil pens and paper after my ill coworkers touched them and avoided them completely if I could help it. And yet, I'm in bed sick. I've been blowing my nose for two days. My head aches. I sneeze.

I'm only on this blog right now to tell you how sorry I feel for myself.

If I die, remember me as the sweet, good-tempered, never-sarcastic dear person I never was.

God, I feel awful.

A Memory of Pesach

Tonight marks the first night of Passover ... and pulls out a memory of seder with my now ex-laws. Waiting, waiting, waiting through the reading of the Haggadah for the reward of my mother-in-law's salty chicken soup and a "matzoh sandwich," the wonderful mix of charoset and a touch of horseradish on the cardboard-like matzoh. I'll never forget it or them.

Once Upon A Dream

Maleficent: It's INCREDIBLE! *Sixteen years* and not a *trace* of her! She couldn't have vanished into thin air. [to her goons] Maleficent: Are you sure you searched everywhere? Maleficent's goon: Yes, yes, everywhere. We *all* did. [the rest of the goons agree chatteringly] Maleficent: But what about the towns? The forests? The *mountains*? Maleficent's goon: Uh-huh, we've searched mountains and forests and, uh, houses and... uh, lemme see here... and in all the cradles. Maleficent: Cradles? Maleficent's goon: Yes, yes, every cradle. Maleficent: *Cradles*? [to her pet raven, talking sarcastically about the goons]

Maleficent: Did you hear that, my pet? All these years, they've been looking for a baby [She bursts out laughing, as do her goons]

painting: Arthur Rackham's Sleeping Beauty; quote: Walt Disney's Sleeping Beauty