Psychological preparation may be the order of the day on your side of this post. I realize I have a celebrated reputation for digression and a monkey brain, but today I think it's safe to say I am truly all over the place.
I keep a file of bits of miscellanea and absolutely riveting (!) articles and/or notes I take from time to time which I pull out only to discover it's too late to tell you, what was I thinking (?), or it's now or never.
Now or never has arrived. And, the second I finish writing these snippets, I am going to curl my eyelashes, stroke with mascara, don my boots (lots of snow) and take pictures for you.
I'll use my never before thought of by anyone in the world technique of headlines to help you wade through the collection of disconnects.
While two of you came right out and told me, I can only assume others are thinking the same thing. In summary: "Why don't you come up with some numbering system or caption your long, long display of pictures so we can figure out what's going on?"
OK, I hear you. (I once worked with a woman who said that all the time -- "I hear you" -- which was her technique to calm the other person right before she did whatever she had planned to do in the first place.)
I promise to take your suggestion under consideration.
(The cup from Zazzle might be an amusing stocking stuffer, plus it takes up lots of room.)
The Infidelity Conundrum
In the weekly calendar I promised a post on infidelity, a raging topic at the moment over here for reasons I do not understand, but that's another story. Since it's the holiday season, starting today with Hanukkah and through the debut of the new year, I thought it seemed like a dreary topic to discuss. I think I'll save it for January -- between Christmas and Valentine's Day, something like that.
My first recommendation, if one were to buy these, or something similar, or care what I recommend, would be: Treat them like home wear or as we called the category, back in the day, lounge wear, which meant: Don't leave home with them on your body.
As we all know, "lax" (too many women have taken the "re" out of relax) is an understatement for the way many dress these days, but I could conceivably imagine certain young Frenchwomen wearing these in some creative way in public, for the rest of us, they seem like a pretty warm way to stay close to the home fires.
The print separates are from Paul & Joe Sister, the all-in-one, from Sandro.
My New Clarisonic
If she (or he) doesn't already own one, it would be a crime not to offer this miraculous face cleansing brush to someone on your gift list.
Mine arrived with my daughter in September and since I have been using it every day with some of my favorite French products, like Avene's exfoliating, Gommage Doux, once or twice a week and the Gel Demaquillant every day.
It's not just a girl thing, a man would appreciate the Clarisonic if it came accompanied with properly masculine products. It works wonders on dry skin and does give a youthful glow, which is definitely not gender specific.
(Thank you Pseu and Marsi for the recommendation.) My new toy is pictured at the top.
Peace, joy, love, family. . .