Aromatherapy for Construction Workers
This is only me musing at present but it’s something I’ve noticed over the last two days.
I have three perfumes I like to wear, depending on what I’m doing.
Beyond a doubt, my favouritest. It smells somewhere between baby powder and that translucent Pears soap.
I tried wearing a Le Reve (and I’m sorry but I don’t like those perfume parties where the desperate hostess couldnt escape hosting and you feel you have to buy *something* to be allowed out the door) version of a CK up here for a while but I’m not mad on it.
I wore the Shalimar out on Wednesday night ( for the Crocodile onna stick) and, yesterday, it was still (despite the shower) in my hair… and the boys were sniffing me.
I’ve tried it again this morning. And all the boys are very *different*.
I think it’s the smell.
Baby powder. Non-threatening.
Rather than a more “sexy” perfume.
It’s a comforting scent, mummyish rather than female telling them what to do.
I dont know… but I’ll try again tomorrow.
Under the heading of “try”…. The Mohair Avatar Afghan body was completed last night (whilst watching the recent version of Mansfield Park) and I’m now into the border. I’m trying something a bit different, using a mauve mohair (Romance by Lincraft – see have used up 8 balls of yarn on one afghan) and some raised stitchwork borrowed from the Patricia Kristoffersen Doily.
We’ll give it a go!