Those were a few of the things I did this weekend while house sitting 4 cats (2 my own) and a wiener dog.
First my friend Elle invited several of us to a Theirry Mugler dessert and perfume pairing event at Saks Fifth Avenue in the eastern suburbs of Cleveland. I’m shocked more people didn’t turn out for this, as only a handful were being done around the country, and we got some nice gifts. I had way to much wine (they just kept filling up my glass!) and some amazing chocolates while I had my new large bottle of Angel au de toilette engraved with my name. I had to stay away from upstairs at Saks, however, as even though I don’t have $300 to spend of a skirt or need a evening gown — I was tempted!
The rest of the weekend it was on for “Kitty Kamp!” where my cat Tina bossed everyone around, even two boy cats twice her size. Pooping; puking; creating a monster when I gave the dog bacon; the ‘pounding across the Serengeti’ noises at all hours as the heard of cats chased one another. At least my little cat Ike had a grand time playing.
Sometimes we joke about owning a “kitten farm” and becoming crazy cat people, but 4 is quite enough! I don’t know how people with more than that do it (oh right, they’re CRAZY) You said it Ben…
Lavender elixir, it goes into cocktails and is non-alcoholic so it can go into anything really. But, mostly cocktails. Created by a Cleveland lady, no less!
Gamblin Gamvar varnish. It’s pretty much the only thing I’ll need from now on. I have yet to use it on panel or wood, but on canvas and linen it has been great. It doesn’t get gross and tacky like the sprays I have been using.
Spell Cosmetics powder foundation. This is the first powder based one I’ve tried that doesn’t move around or spread on my face if it gets even slightly humid or hot. It also has a natural sunscreen built in.
Wolford thights. After the cheap Target opaque thights kept getting runs in them after 3 wears, I was pissed. Frankly, I don’t like people seeing my scar from my surgery, but also, fall has come and this gal needs a reliable pair in general. These are the same ones Emmanuelle Alt prefers, and I can see why; a bit pricey but worth it. They have many different varieties of hosiery. Watch out Donna Karan!
Theirry Mugler Angel Eau de Toilette. This is the newer softer version of the regular Angel. I was tired of my standard Dior Cherie, so while out shopping my husband, a representative, and my friend who was also my salesgal helped me pick it out. In the end, what the husband thinks is the most important, and it was down to this or Alien. Mugler scents rule in general.
Altar maker Laurie Beth Zuckerman. For years I always had an altar at every place I’ve lived — since I was about 13. The best one was at my Hollywood apartment and I can’t believe I don’t have photos, because it was bad ass! Anyways, I’m really liking her work, she has a very interesting blog with photos of her trips for research too.
So I’m kinda drunk at the local drug store buying candy with my husband — because chocolate after a bad night at the British themed yuppie bar that annoyed us greatly — well, it sounded good. While in the check-out, I notice on display the Beckham’s perfumes, $34.00 a pop, and you can get a free spritz. Had I been sober, I would have run the other way, but no, I wanted to know what the heck Victoria considered of her taste to market to the American people:
“Why is this different from any other celebrity fragrance? The fact that we have spent a lot of time checking all the details,” said Victoria to WWD. “We are not just saying, ‘We are celebrities, put our name on it.’ I love to be involved with the whole process.”
Um, yeah. Whatever bitch. I get in line after one little spritz of her crap on my wrist,
“Ewwww what the hell is that smell, oh baby that is Nasty, get away from me!” my husband says. Oh and in the car, “Gawd, that shit smells awful!” and in the elevator up to our apartment, “Gah, baby wash that off it stinks! Why did you put that on?”
So thank you Victoria Beckham! I was all ready and looking forward to a Saturday night of extended lovin’ (totally TMI but yes I shaved everything and had my cute underwear on) and my husband won’t even go near me thanks to YOU ruining my night of potential hot sex with your putrid stink of a drug store perfume. False advertising at its height. I tried washing it off….it won’t come off!
If I ever meet you in person Miss Posh Spice, I won’t think twice before punching you in the cooter.