We really should have smell-o-vision.
I am a Chanel girl. I love Chanel No. 5 and Coco (not Madamoiselle, thank you very much). Love. Them. Sure, I flirt with other perfumes now and then, but I always come back to Chanel. It's timeless. It's classic. It's the perfume version of a little black dress.
But I have been seduced by the siren's call again and this time, I'm not sure I'll be going back.
Those of you who get Vanity Fair will have this in your April issue. It's one of those stinky pages. Usually, I hate those things because the perfumes are generally geriatric or too heavy or there are competing scents and it gives me a big, fat headache. But this time, this time they were advertising this:
Donna Karan Gold. Oh, my, it's lovely. It's floral, but not overpowering. It's light and sort of lily-of-the-valley-ish. It's fucking gorgeous, is what it is. And it's for sale at Saks Fifth Avenue. And where will I be this weekend? New York City (Noo Yawk CITY??!). Where I will be buying myself the smallest bottle, since funds are limited, but yes, oh yes, I shall have some.
I'm not a very girly girl, but there are a couple of things guaranteed to get me feeling all fluttery and feminine. Nail polish, shoes and yummy perfumes....
Now where did I put that bottle of OPI? And who hid my peep-toe pumps?
Oh, and the knitting? I'm totally rocking the knitting. Who knew?