Smells like...a celebrity
An email inviting me to consider what celebrities smell like. I think how inane. But then I find myself starting to wonder.
Then I get another email walking me through the history of the famous scent Santal 33. I think I might have the answer to how celebrities smell. They smell like a mix of cardamom, notes of iris and violet mixed with a smoking wood alloy (Australian sandalwood, cedarwood) for $280 US.
Violet would never let me buy this perfume. She questions the cost of everything. If I see a body wash that could save my life—
“It has oil in it, Violet. I need it. I itch from my hour-long baths.”
She raises her eyebrow.
“Why must you take such long baths, Mommy? Hmmm? We cannot buy this shower gel.”
So we don’t. You don’t cross the shopping dictator.
Sounds outside that don’t come from my phone. The temptation is to keep staying in my own bubble with music or a podcast, but oh, how much world I would miss!
(Podcasts are for when I’m bouncing on my mini trampoline. And music is for when I’m in the car. Look at my ordered life. Fun is for Mondays at 6 p.m.)
One of my lists of mundane things. Things so regular and slow your heart stops skipping those frantic beats.
Wrapping my teenager in a hug.
My face so close to Violet’s that I could trace a line between her freckles.
That glass of wine accompanied by terrible nachos at Shoeless Joe’s with Simon because we had forty-five minutes and that was the only place around.
My cat getting close while I work.
Moments of inspiration when you meet people like
(upcoming podcast guest) who believes the process of art making is the most important thing (and not the end product). Which also means that anyone can participate!
(p.s. I never think about the things I want when I’m making a mundane gratitude list. I only think about the little joys I already have. Highly recommend. Please tell me yours!)
Leftover rice that makes the best stir fry.
1. A Wheel-Trans bus so I could take people wherever they needed, no matter their disability.
2. Dance, I got that one
3. To continue to understand more
I worked at an art camp for 9yrs. It was inclusive. Anyone could come, regardless of ability. The camps whole philosophy was on the process and not the product. Way more than I can explain here. At camp, that magical place, anyone could create. And, the process was the importance, because everyone creates differently. They could not always experience the object in many ways once made though. So process wins everytime. 😊❤