Thursday, January 31, 2013

BREAKING NEWS! Emergency Posting in Response to Developments in The Lizzie Bennet Dairies

{SPOILER WARNING! If you are just starting/have not yet started The Lizzie Bennet Diaries follow NO LINKS.  NONE OF THEM.  Start at the beginning, right here. For the rest of you, read on.}

Dear Reader:

I must interrupt this week's run of plague-related musings to bring THIS EMERGENCY UPDATE wherein I share, in GIF form, my reactions to yesterday and today's developments in The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, generally relating to the rogue known as George Wickham and his dealings with the totes adorbes Lydia Bennet, aka THE LY DEEE YAAAH!

Here, in graphic form, are my various stages of coping with the wickedness of Wickham following yesterday's reveal:

THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING!


SERIOUSLY? IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?


And then while externally I am doing this...


...so my housemates don't realize I am genuinely unhinged
 over the twists in a story I already know the cannonical ending of, inside? 
I feel like this...


...which quickly becomes this...


...and also this....


So then I turn to my other LBD fans for comfort.
And they help me...or at least, they try.  

But really? We're all SIMULTANEOUSLY 
FREAKING THE F*** OUT...


...so it ends up being more like this.


At times like this, there's only one thing left to do:


And when it comes to saving Lydia, we all know who we need:


Though is this particular case it's more like...


And when I remember to have faith in Darcy, I feel like this.



And there you have it!  All the stages of my Lydia/Wickham-related freak out.

But remember ladies, here in the really real world, don't be too swept up in your Darcy-worshipping. Instead, keep these fine words from The Doubleclicks (aka my college friend Angela and her talented sister Aubrey) in mind when deciding whether the boys of your current daydreams has the good Darcy qualities or the....less ideal ones:


(Ed. note: Apparently when I am emotionally unhinged, I cannot spell the word 'diaries.' Fixed now.)

Notes from the Plague Den - The Beginning of Exile.

A week of reviews: perfumes, bath salts, body oils, books, digital content, and more!

Hello dear reader:

Are you tired? I am. I am emotionally, mentally, and physically exhausted. Switching entire career fields is demanding! And bonus: I have managed to come down with the actual, honest-to-god, knock-you-on-your-derrière flu. I've been in bed for over two weeks, which has made it difficult to smell…well, anything really. And yet, I have smelled terrific the whole time, which has been a joyful note in the cacophony of task-shifting and illness-ridden noise in my life.

It's funny how much my mood can be affected by the presence or absence of scent. Six or seven years ago, I'd never have thought of it as important. Now, it can turn a whole day around. Scent is no longer incidental to my life. It is a kind of presence that weighs on me in its absence. I love; you don't know how much you are missing, then once you have it, missing it is so much more than never knowing.

Want to know what I've had to sustain me for lo these many sleep-filled days and nights? Well, first of all, my only real company has been this tiny Eeyore. If you are estimating his height at no more than three inches, you have the size correct. Thank goodness David insisted I pack it. I resisted, but being sick and three thousand miles away from my kittens? A little snugglie, it turns out, goes a long way.

As you might expect, I also have this bevy of cold and flu crap: orange juice, daytime and nighttime cold and flu tablets, Emergen-C, various soups from every local Chinese delivery place in the area, whathaveyou. Two things I want to point out, though, that have been extremely helpful. Neutrogena Norwegian formula hand cream, and Rosebud Perfume Co. distributed Smith's Minted Rose Lip Balm.

The Neutrogena Norwegian formula hand cream, which was provided by my hotel, has kept my hands, my cuticles, and my elbows moisturized despite my frequent crazy hot showers, my cranking the heat in my hotel room, and spending hours buried under blankets and pillows. I'm impressed that this relatively cheap moisturizer has done such a handy job. I'm sure there are better products out there, but for the price point? Terrific. I'll never leave home without some again.

Smith's Minted Rose Lip Balm I would have sworn by prior to this incident. However, having suffered through dry, high winds and incredibly low temperatures followed by a terrible flu, the fact that my lips are still intact -- no flaking, no drying, no cracks or bleeding -- has made an unwavering devotee of this $7 gloss available at Sephora or through Beautyhabit, which is where I first found it. It is a little flavorlessly waxy and a smidge on the sticky side, but I will trade those minor shortcomings for a gloss that gives healthy lips even in the harshest of conditions any day.

I rarely stray from perfume into recommendations on other beauty products because, honestly, I feel completely out of my depth endorsing one over another. I don't hoard, errr, I mean collect them the way I do perfume. But when I run across a low priced, knock out product that I feel truly good about? I see no reason to keep such info to myself. So expect me to continue to drop a little bit of cheapskate-oriented beauty product knowledge on you going forward. I splurge heavily on perfume, but I tend to be pretty chincy on everything else, so if you're cash strapped, I'm happy to provide you a few tried and true items that would make great stocking stuffers or 'bad day' retail therapy-related purchases.

As always, know that this is based solely on my own product experience, and comes with all your latin-based buyer beware caveats. Deal? Deal. Moving on.


Since my world has consisted of nothing but delivery food and bad cable TV for the last week, let me tell you what I've been watching online. The internet at the hotel was too slow for Hulu or Netflix, but it was good enough to run one of my new obsessions: The Lizzie Bennet Diaries. A friend pointed me toward this awesome online adaptation of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. The story, told as a series of online interactions between modern versions of the main characters through tweets, tumblrs, jams, and vlogs, it is a surprisingly compelling remaking of the classic tale. I like the real time aspect. I appreciate the emphasis on the ways the themes are just as engaging today was they were when the book was written. And most of all, I love the hilarious modern twists -- Darcy as a hipster? Hilarious!

The best way to catch up is to follow the story link, so you don't miss a single nudge,wink, or Q&A. It takes…okay it took me hours to catch up, but it was worth it, and it didn't cost me a penny! Now that's entertainment. I could wax poetic for hours about this, particularly given that we just celebrated the 200th anniversary of the publication of Pride and Prejudice.  Instead, I am going to point you toward my delightful friend Thu, who not only introduced me to The LBD, but did her master's thesis on Pride and Prejudice, and wrote this awesome piece in celebration of the pub-a-versary.

As for scents, I had the opportunity to try a few different items, including some bath salts, a terrific scented body oil, and a couple of perfumes. But….

…right now I need to sleep.

So come back tomorrow and I will talk to you about adventures in scent, as well as a couple of YA books that helped me get through the week of plague.

Friday, January 4, 2013

What Would You Wear To An Interview No One Could Smell But You?

Happy holidays from PDX
Dear reader:

First of all: happy holidays to you and yours.  Hope you had a wonderful December full of food and fun and friends and fragrant delights.

Second:  Holy cow! Has it really been over a month? Wow. And what a month! I can't believe I haven't talked to you in so long. My apologies. After a fairly stagnant 2012, so much has happened in the last thirty days, I hardly know where to start.

News of foremost importance: I have a new job! In a whirlwind turn of events, I am left my old job. On Sunday, I board a plane for three weeks of training on the East Coast that begins my training and transitioning, not just to a new company, but into a new field. Or in my case, an old field. My very first jobs were in IT and customer service, and I am returning to form as I take a position in customer service and tech support for a web development company.

Endings and beginnings, they all
mean one thing: PAPERWORK.
Exhausting!
What does this have to do with the law, you ask? Absolutely nothing. This is a big shift in my life and times, and I'm excited to have you along for the ride, dear reader.

One of the things I'm most excited about it that my new employer has no restrictions on scent in the workplace, so I can now wear my lovely perfumes with abandon (provided I'm not, you know, knocking people down with them). And I thought of you, dear reader, as I was doing my interviews only two and a half short weeks ago, and how I wanted to talk to you about all my plans and schemes and future dreams and where scent fits into them.

All my interviews occurred in the span of four days in the wee, small hours of the morning and at a distance, thanks to the wonders of Skype. Nonetheless, I got up and did my hair, make-up, suited up, and generally got gussied so I would be in the proper formal mind set and feel like I was projecting the right attitude. (Though I did not once have to wear painful shoes, and it was glorious.) As I primped and prepped, I went through my scent wardrobe and thought about what to wear.

It was an intriguing challenge, because I needed interview scents, yes, but since no one would be able to smell them but me, it was a question of what would comfort me, challenge me, help me put my best foot forward.

My picks were as follows:

So much love for Mandy
and her gorgeous scents! 
First Round Interview Day:  Aftelier Perfumes Cepes and Tuberose, which I am currently OBSESSED with and will giving its full review due very soon. I picked this because I felt like it was both sophisticated and soothing, refined and elegant, but still warm and comforting. I felt both fancy and at ease, and that's not an easy scent combo.

Second/Third Round Interview Day: This was the big interview day, and felt very "make it or break it." That morning, I laid heavily into the Chanel No. 5 EdT, such that a cloud of lovely was following me all day long. It was good I wore my perfume steel, too, because this was a tough round of interviews. Despite feeling my confidence shaken like I'd just gone twelve rounds with Simon & Garfunkel's "Cecilia," the scent kept hitting me all day, reminding me that I am resilient, not to mention classic and beautiful and enduring, and would survive no matter what came next.

Fourth Round Interview Day: At this point, I felt pretty positive I wasn't even in the running. This interview was scheduled before the second round I felt like I blew, and I was worried it was more about going through the motions. Nonetheless, I wanted to put my best foot forward, so I went for something that would make me feel pretty and happy, something I find easy and undemanding to wear. I also wanted something with a strong personal appeal, something to make me feel good since I thought the interviews weren't going so great.

In the end, I chose a scent that I never get the compliments on even though I feel like I should. I settled on fruity floral fun in the form of Jo Malone Pomegranate Noir, which turned out to be a great choice in terms of personal ease and confidence.

Then, dear reader, I did the only thing I could do: wore pretty perfume, took deep breathes, and hoped that this time the die would fall in my favor...

See ya, old job! Me and
my TARDIS stickies
are outta here!
...and IT DID!

Despite all my private hand-wringing and teeth-gnashing, I got the job! How much my perfume factored into this, I cannot tell you. In my mind, though, it is a measurable factor in my personal feelings of preparedness and appeal, and consequently my success.

Also, one of my new coworkers is a fellow 'fumie! We already talked perfumes on GChat! Surely, this is a good sign!

So what about you, dear reader? What would you wear if you had a job interview no one could smell but you? And what scents do you advise I take with me to meet my new employers while I spend three cold weeks in Boston this January?

Inquiring 'fumie minds want to know!