Skincare:
Ole Henriksen eye cream for day, eye gel for night
Makeup:
Jack Black Mint Lip Balm with SPF
Perfume:
Tribute by Love Potion Magickal Perfumerie
Scrub:
Candied Rose Petals by Handmade in Florida
Bath Bomb:
Patchouli Oudh bath bomb by Handmade in Florida
Lotion:
Marshmallow Rose by Haus of Gloi
Wax:
All my Sniff My Tart peppermint blends... they are really making the house smell amazing and psych me out into thinking I am cooler during these hot days. They are going to open soooooon!
Candle:
Bath and Body Works Peace candles by my tub.
Drinking:
Boba tea, finally got on board with it.
Eating:
Fuji or Pink Crisp Apples
Reading:
Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare
Watching:
Ripper Street and Mr. Selfridge
Ripper Street and Mr. Selfridge
Listening:
Outlander soundtrack like a million times.
Wearing:
Yoga pants, sports bras, flip flops. My summer uniform.
Awaiting:
The Cleveland trip! Eating at the Westside Market, hanging out with family and Jacqui, smelling perfumes, seeing an apple tree, Amish country, castles in parks, more food, candle stores, and food.
Dreading:
The summer flying by so fast. WHY?!?!?!?!
Hit:
Aftelier Chef's Essences Chocolate Absolute spray, it makes my coffee, steak and teas taste divine. Everyone I make coffee for has been telling me that it "tastes so good, what coffee is this?" Hint: it's not just the coffee.
Miss:
Lush Love and Light hand cream, it smells like bitter neroli tied up in burnt plastic bags. I was trying to fight my way through it but Adam told me it stunk so I gave up. I am dumping it and keeping the pot for trade-in on a fresh face mask.
Low:
My grandmother, Nano, passing away. She taught me how to play piano, how to set a table, and how to persevere through hardships. She was a socialite who threw festive Christmas Eve and Thanksgiving celebrations. She dressed up for Halloween and the kids loved stopping by on the way to trick-or-treat. She was an artist who could paint a a hauntingly beautiful still life, like the one she painted that is pictured above that hangs in Scarlette's room. She was a crafter who embossed and stamped her own holiday cards and invitations to luncheons. She wore Shalimar. She took me to church. She loved poodles (I remember her getting their nails painted and sitting for portraits with crystal encrusted collars). She didn't take a whole lot of bullshit from anyone except PaPa but she loved just as fiercely. Sadly, after many decades of smoking her health declined rapidly and she spent the last decade of her life in a nursing home. She always lit up when we went to visit her and never made us feel bad when it was time to leave, even though we all knew she did not really enjoy where she was living. Savanna and I were the last people to see her, only minutes before she passed. I have comfort knowing I said good-bye and that I love her and that I thanked her.
Rest in peace Gloria Virgil Metziere Erskine.
High:
Watching my girls with their noses in a book, asking to go to the library, carrying books in the car to read while running errands, books on the floor by the toilets, books on the coffee table while they read quietly in the morning waiting for us to wake up, saving money to buy a certain book. Their love of books blooming and growing and me, praying it never ceases. My high is knowing that my girls love to read.
What did June bring you? Any highs or lows? Hits or misses?
What did June bring you? Any highs or lows? Hits or misses?