The advantage of this series of posts is that I have developed a new sense of pride, rather than shame about my collection. Some people collect stamps or Hummel figurines and they are not judged either, so why should it be so bad to own a few (okay, a good many) bottles of perfume?
But I am preaching to the converted here, am I? You know how it is, you know how happy such a small bottle can make us, let alone a closet full of them.
Speaking of small treasures: the first picture is of my tiny, but powerful bottles of extrait. Not big in size, but big in personality, the lot of them.
Last time we saw the Luxury section of my collection, here comes a photo of my most elegant and luxuirous bottles that also belong to that category, but warranted their own moment in the spotlight. Two brands that offer luxury without compromise – By Kilian and Amouage.
Decants are a great invention, but sometimes the experience of the whole deal is just amazing. I really celebrate applying perfume, when it comes from such a bottle and I cherish them so much more that my decants. I guess I am a very visual type.
Let’s take a look at the past week again, shall we?
Mine was still a bit turbulent, but Niki is doing very well in the nursery, and I had two, sometimes even three hours in the mornings to myself. That time promptly was dedicated to blogging and catching up on blog reading.
On Thursday, also known as Doomsday from now on, was my older son’s 5th birthday party. Eight five-year olds plus little Niki tore through our apartment, hell bent on destroying whatever came between them and their goal of the moment. Said goal quickly changed from stuffing themselves with cake to trying to decapitate one another while playing pirates to competing in endless races and jumping contests.
After three hours their Moms started to arrive and I very nearly cried with relief. Another year is sorely needed to recuperate.
Did I mention that I find the children of others a bit exasperating? (Okay, to tell the truth, my own are quite exasperating too.)
What was the highlight of your week? Any cake throwing involved? Biting? Hair pulling? Screaming?