my newest, although late, discovery

Finally I am going to post a subject relevant to what this blog is suppose to focus on.

I am in love with the new Dior Addict 2. While many would roll their eyes in annoyance, this is a rare find for me on many accounts.
1- I don’t really follow perfume all that much. I am lame that way. I have never really followed perfume lines too long. But this, I believe, is mainly because of reason number 2.
2- I can’t wear a lot of perfumes. I am very picky about what I like to smell like. In addition, I am one of those people who just can’t wear many perfumes. They just don’t smell right on me. And I am the girl who is always worried about being the smelly kid. Remember the smelly kid in class. Everyone mocked him or her, but always behind their back. No one had the guts (myself included) to tell the kid that a shower has to happen more than once a week!
So as a result, I couldn’t care less what SJP, Britney & Paris’ new fragrances smell like. It just isn’t my thing. I have had one scent, which I have used for almost 2 years. Sadly, it has been discontinued. And it keeps getting harder to find on ebay.
But now my problems are solved.

pickles make me thirsty

I know this sounds like an odd post title, but it is actually quite relevant being that the holiday season is a mere 3 days away.

My family is a rare cross breed of families that hosts not only a diversity of ethnicities when it comes to the holidays, but also religions. While we may be a majority of Eastern European descent, we were raised in a very Italian area. In addition, we have an array of religions across the family, as one marries or divorces this one and that one.

But there is one thing that remains constant across all the holiday tables. The pickles. (and olives). For those who know me, which would probably be anyone who is reading this, since I am not a brilliant blogger yet, this iver the years has been an important part of the family meal.

As a child, family members were forced to keep a close watch over me before we sat down to dinner, as I would slyly eat the entire bowl of olives & pickles. As I got older & my sister joined the family (a default by birth), we would either set up a lookout for this, or just snag enough for both. Now that I am older, it is sort of something that is still passed my way, after the meal. Except now it is more if a convenience thing- ugh, we have a handful left, give them to her to finish! While there are sometimes variations- the gourmet trend replaced the traditional green olive with greek olives, and brands of course vary by state, the base ingredients are always the same.

But throughout all these meals, family members & traditions, it is nice to know that one thing will always have a place on the table. Whether it is chicken or ham, water or wine, there will always be pickles.

I'm such a bad blogger!

So it has been about a month now & this poor blog has gone unnoticed. Not so much by anyone else. But my me, so of course by everyone else.

I got the itch a while back (no, I don’t have an std), and finally got one- because it is so hard to do. But anyway. I did one post. And then nothing. And so much has happened since then!
Namely
1- The Roxy got shut down right before the Motherf*cker Halloween bash. What a night to walk around in a vinyl corset.
2- Boston- Chinatown buses are great. Escape the city for $30. and then get to watch cable on-demand dating. Plus there is a great place to shop- www.thegarmentdistrict.com
3- The good news is I don’t have skin cancer. Yet.
4- Most importantly- Harry Potter tonight. Best part- On the Imax. Leave it to my boyfriend to insist. Not that I would have said no.

It is now cold in New York. Which means it’s holiday shopping time. If you have any good gift ideas, let me know. I have lots of people (and holidays) to shop for.
xoxo
michele