I don't know how many of you are Shu Uemura fans but they are pulling up stakes and leaving the states. Apparently it's still available online but there's no testing/smelling/swabbing yourselves with their salves and unguents before dropping your hard earned clams. I have a hard time buying make-up sight unseen so this is a real loss to me.
July 31st is your last day to get you literal hands on Shu before purchase. I spent an hour waiting patiently and getting a $34 parking ticket (on a Sunday!) in the process of waiting for some girl named April in a too short polyester dress dogging down a lead on some Pleasure of Japanese Bath (Hinoki) bath oil all the way in California for me. I'm doubly mad, I walked away with a parking ticket and no bath oil. Thanks April, you were a real boon to my Sunday afternoon! I'm now that woman watches eBay auctions for out of stock beauty products. I hate the woman they've made me become.
All was not lost however! In 2006 Kiehl's made an amber scented candle for the holidays. I only burn it on special occasions and all that's left are the waxy dregs. I love, love, love, their amber scent so I bought an Amber perfume roller from the Kiehl's counter while I waited, assuaging the prognosticated disappointment April would prove to be. Are girls in polyester dresses ever the ones who make your dreams come true?
I am zoomin' on that part of my experience -- just trying to adjust my expectations after such a department store failure (retailure? does that work?) I hate going downtown, it's no fun. There are Mad Men posters in the Banana Republic windows and we're getting an H&M in the fall. It's still shitty and not the experience I want anymore when I spend money. I appreciate that Nordstrom tries to service the customer but she put her hands on my shoulders when apologizing for the dozenth time telling me I officially wasn't getting my bath oil.
Who lays hands on strangers? I don't need that amount of familiarity with my service industry types. Maybe that's just me? Strangers selling me things was never high on my list enjoyable activities but since the internet has decided to become exponentially awesome at bringing goods and services into the home without the intervention of a girl with a blow out or bitchy queens who always seems to judgmentally bored by your wants and desires that excising them entirely has been a total no brainer. I can and often do, shop without wearing pants from the comfort of my bed. Epic. Win. I am like Sigourney Weaver's character in Copycat (I wear long shapeless Eileen Fisher cardigans and Calvin Klein slips around the house even though I'm an agoraphobe psychologist in a pre-Net-A-Porter age). Plus, I have Don Draper to soothe me into a false sense of security tonight. C'mon! Who is pumped for tonight's premiere?
Maintaining long hair is such a burden. So much so that I haven't had it longer than shoulder length for nearly a decade. An ex who liked it short was in town and thankfully was not the impetus for an ill advised spur of the moment short angular cut last week. After he left I had a dream that I let someone cut it and ended up with a chelsea cut. It was pretty horrifying. Scars I can feel through my hair were visible. I woke up resolved not to cut it but not feeling super great about my reasons why I kept it. Are dreams ever a reason to make decisions you tell people about? No.
It's been hard because it takes forever to dry and looks pretty unkempt most of the time. I don't get off on ironing my hair except in the very conceptual Pia Zadora as beatnik sort of way. But then today I went to the mall and I didn't find Aveda Clove shampoo but did find some Prada fakers at Forever 21. The inspired a little alchemy in my brain. A real reason to keep my hair.
They aren't hot neon of fully translucent frames that put them in the very now. I bought them without trying them on and was glad for it. Sometimes being surrounded by 15 year-olds utilizing all the free mirrors and vying for space is not my idea of a good time. I would take the 6 dollar hit if these didn't work out.
Long story short, Prada S/S 2010. That hair. Take that deep side part and instead of pigtails do braids. It's so genius and it was sitting out there just waiting to be done.
= Summer Hair Jam
See how good it looks on Crystal Gayle (even though she's doing a more A. Wang thang)?