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Jan. 19th, 2007 02:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeIt's getting better all the time! La de da da de da dum... Okay, I could sing it, but you don't want to see another lyric post, do you?
So, today? Mysterious malaise gone. No idea what was up with that. If Ladon's going to make me inexplicably depressed and clingy every time I wear it I may have to forgo evil apples. But the adorable![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hermitgeecko did tell me where to find it, and it is not discontinued, I am just a moron. Yay! Today I am enjoying the Hanging Gardens. Tomorrow there will be Darkness, so I can pass the imp along to Bria. And I did order a bunch of imps for my Sister and Mom to play around with. With the money that was supposed to have gone to Denver Fabrics for 14 yards of red rayon gabardine, but didn't. Poopy. I should stock up on Faire fabrics, though. Actually first I should pick a color scheme and costume scheme and then stock up. Yes.
Anyway, Imps. Called my mother the other day, wished her happy birthday. Told her about BPAL and asked if my sister wore or played with scented oils, if she would like that as a birthday present as I would be in town for her birthday. She said yes. I proceeded to gush at her about the scents I had gotten and her first comment? Following my description of deSade was "Ooh. I like leather."
I love my mother.
I have written a letter and purchased a couple bottles of LE scents no longer available, out of sheer curiosity. My jeans are doing the slow crawl down my hips just from stretching, which is highly nice. Also, and more importantly right now, my posture is improving. Strength and weight loss are actually intended to come later; once I can hold my leg at ridiculous angles to my body without wincing because of the stretch, I can hold it there and leave it there and only hurt from the muscle ache. Or. That made more logical sense in my head.
Today is a day of feeling beautiful. I don't know if it's the Hanging Gardens, or the four days off work coming up that I have, or talking with A Certain Someone last night and being helped through the malaise, or what. Or realizing that my jeans are sliding down my hips. Or the possibility of testing out my Mom's birthday presents on me (yes, I'm a bad girl, but I'll bring mine too and we can share). Or any of a combination of things. Small things, no major revelations or bonuses to the day. But it's been a good day. And it's getting better all the time.
So, today? Mysterious malaise gone. No idea what was up with that. If Ladon's going to make me inexplicably depressed and clingy every time I wear it I may have to forgo evil apples. But the adorable
hermitgeecko did tell me where to find it, and it is not discontinued, I am just a moron. Yay! Today I am enjoying the Hanging Gardens. Tomorrow there will be Darkness, so I can pass the imp along to Bria. And I did order a bunch of imps for my Sister and Mom to play around with. With the money that was supposed to have gone to Denver Fabrics for 14 yards of red rayon gabardine, but didn't. Poopy. I should stock up on Faire fabrics, though. Actually first I should pick a color scheme and costume scheme and then stock up. Yes. Anyway, Imps. Called my mother the other day, wished her happy birthday. Told her about BPAL and asked if my sister wore or played with scented oils, if she would like that as a birthday present as I would be in town for her birthday. She said yes. I proceeded to gush at her about the scents I had gotten and her first comment? Following my description of deSade was "Ooh. I like leather."
I love my mother.
I have written a letter and purchased a couple bottles of LE scents no longer available, out of sheer curiosity. My jeans are doing the slow crawl down my hips just from stretching, which is highly nice. Also, and more importantly right now, my posture is improving. Strength and weight loss are actually intended to come later; once I can hold my leg at ridiculous angles to my body without wincing because of the stretch, I can hold it there and leave it there and only hurt from the muscle ache. Or. That made more logical sense in my head.
Today is a day of feeling beautiful. I don't know if it's the Hanging Gardens, or the four days off work coming up that I have, or talking with A Certain Someone last night and being helped through the malaise, or what. Or realizing that my jeans are sliding down my hips. Or the possibility of testing out my Mom's birthday presents on me (yes, I'm a bad girl, but I'll bring mine too and we can share). Or any of a combination of things. Small things, no major revelations or bonuses to the day. But it's been a good day. And it's getting better all the time.