So my today couldn’t have been a bigger change from yesterday. I rode in to work with Etta James in the iPod, fall in the air, and full of energy. Making conversations with strangers in the cafe, challenging myself to do more, evolve more, and become stronger in the situations that challenge me, I finally took off into the late afternoon sunshine, spinning down neighborhood streets back to mi casa. On days like this I just drop everything on the sofa and my girl follows me into the backyard, me with a few small galvanized steel buckets in my hand to head straight to the garden. Today the tomato bush was overflowing with more yellow pears than I’d seen in a long time, the sweet and cinnamon basil have seemingly been revived from the dead, and the green beans have caused me to fall in love even more with the trellis I built out of holly branches last winter.
After all of this, I went back to the front door and saw it. The Box, with return address of Five Seed reminding me of the goodies I’d ordered from sent to me from Central Oregon. The most lovely assortment of natural, organic, and eco-friendly lip balms, hand salves, solid perfumes, body butters, and massage oil. Scents of vanilla, rosemary, chocolate mint, olive oil, and more, and my friend sent me some bonus goodies that both surprised me and made me a little sappy, it was so sweet of her.
I’m not much of a perfume person anymore – ever since I stopped wearing conventional perfume, I’ve noticed I can smell things much more intensely, from the subtlely of skin to the environment in a room. I do have a small bit of solid perfume, but rarely don it. So I didn’t ask for any. But our girl has good insincts, and sent me Gillian. Died. Gone. To. Heaven.
As she said, “Gillian is a mixture of dangerously sweet floral tones and mysterious, deep woodsy notes.” Like me, uncategorizable. But then the bonus “Just beware…you may find yourself attracting sinisterly handsome, ever-so-slightly dangerous men when you wear Gillian.” Hmmm. Maybe if I’m lucky I might run into a fella such as that on my UK adventure in 9 weeks, eh?
And in this mix of deliciousness was what I’d most been craving, the coconut vanilla bean balm – and it was even better than I’d expected. Truth be told, I’d be happy to melt in a vat of this yummy soft stuff. Love love love LOVE it.
Did I say I’m crushin’ on the Five Seed? Get yourself some. Dab it on your skin and let him (or her) nuzzle up to you. Take care of your friends, your sisters, whoever you call family. Take care of the new mamas. Take care of you.
|Warning – No matter how good it smells and feels, do NOT dip the coconut vanilla bean balm in chocolate and eat with a spoon, no matter HOW bad you want to. My hands and lips and everything else I put on are soft and smell, well, edible…(meow!)|