Not sure what you ladies do for hair-care when living out of a suitcase.
On days when washing is not an option, (1) dry-shampoo roots, followed by (2) oil ends, is pretty much my only defense against what life on the road tends to do to hair. Ponytail if all else fails. (Or in this case, simply adopt the headgear of a certain military man pointing his crafty camera at me.)
And speaking of fresh air… not a fan of synthetic air fresheners. On top of that I wasn't blessed with a very girly taste in general so most fruity concoctions, even when a 100% natural are still somewhat invasive to my senses.
Do love the smell of books, leather, trees, vanilla, wood, saunas (eucalyptus), Asian temples, coffee, fire, babies, rain, lemons and honey though (the list goes on)… and once in a blue moon I do come across the perfect bottle of organic wholesomeness that's just right for my world.
so for the unlikely event that someone's
got the same preferences as me, here are my
To me, these smell like good blues sounds… raw, calm and soulful.
If you also prefer natural scents, please do point me to any good woody or leathery organic finds. A hint of vanilla is always a bonus.
Don't know if it's a good thing or not but I've hardly been spending any time online lately. Nor have I read a book in ages. Not a conscious choice by any means (though the World Cup didn't help), yet can't help but enjoy these occasional low key/passive spells while they last.
Guess the nice thing about these involuntary recharging periods is this sudden contention with just the way things are… you know, when for some reason everything seems good enough -- even fulfilling.
Hope everyone is having a great Summer and enjoying the perfection that is champagne mangoes (best thing about Summer). I am about to watch the prequel to The Planet of the Apes (the one that just came out was so good!).
Would much rather be watching the US winning the World Cup, but I guess after all, not everything about this Summer is perfect.
Never consciously realized what a big part music played in my mundane morning routine till my speakers stopped working about a week ago. Turns out, coffee, shower, make up and Smokey maneuvering between my feet are just not the same without some rusty blues or raggae running through the walls.
The fact that they were a house warming gift from my friend Ernie makes me also realize I've been in this place for over six months now. And that so much has changed in the last six months.
A pretty slow day today -- or “nicely paced” is probably a much more accurate way to describe it. Half out of necessity half due to sheer luck, a perfectly paced day manages to land on my lap every once in a while and break up whatever resemblance of routine my regular life seem to be structured around. And truth be told, I’m beginning to truly appreciate a slower beat. It’s not that I don’t enjoy relaxing [I truly truly do] [especially with friends] it’s just that even when not buried in things to do, I still find it next to impossible to enjoy stagnant inactivity. Not quite sure why but pouring my energy into life gives me way more energy than preserving my energy does... which probably doesn’t make much sense. But be that as it may, getting philosophical or attempting to disprove the laws of the conservation of energy is pretty much the last thing on my mind. Definitely learning to appreciate a slower pace though. The weather has been nothing short of perfect (to those of us in Florida, let’s hope it stays like this for a while), exactly the kind of weather that makes me regret selling my Mustang convertible many moons ago. My friend Ernie is getting home from South America (lucky him) later today. Haven’t seen him in ages so I’m quite excited to hear his stories & see his photos. Well, off to grab a bite with a friend at this ramshackle Mexican gin joint in a few minutes. Then hopefully hit the sack early -- a lot to get done tomorrow.
The last few days have been a pretty easy load, thank goodness. Finally had time to tie up some lose ends I've been meaning to get to for a while. Even had the time to make it to yoga (twice!) this week which has been unheard of in a long time. Truth of the matter is, no matter how I slice it, the list of things to get done somehow never ever gets any shorter. It's like life just wants to be lived on the go.
That being said, if the weather stays like this, I don't know how I am gonna get anything done this week.