Happy "Thrus" day to all! We all seem to be downright thrusting vivacious.
Wordbird: We expect a full report on Small's performance as only you can tell it.
Indiscreet: We're ready to light the candles and pop a cork. Are you about?
Mel_lou: I think I can speak for many in saying I got a vicarious thrill from your tale. Except now it's driving me nuts why I can't find my Lilybelle sample of Portofino. (It's time to reorganize the sample drawer again.) You've got me very excited about Pondichery, which is on my very short list (countable by fingers and toes) of scents I must try in Boston.
Lilybelle: If I could teletransport, I would sit next to you at the library today.
I have this thing today … wait, let me look up the spelling as I'm not terribly familiar with the word … it's spelled l-e-i-s-u-r-e. That's right! Spare time, a loose schedule, R&R, downtime. And DH and the dog are at the rental property today, so I even get extra privacy. Will soon take a l-e-i-s-u-r-e-l-y shower and choose SotD.
Smelly story: My dear Aunt Rita and other relatives visited here on Sunday. We took a lap around the outside of the house, and I pointed out that the elderberry shrubs are blooming (knowing that my Grandma used to make a kind of fritter with them by dipping them in batter and frying them). Now I don't ever remember my Aunt Rita losing it emotionally before, but when she smelled those flowers, she put her hand to her chest and her voice cracked as she staggered back and gasped, “Mother …” My 77-year-old aunt hadn't smelled those blossoms in probably over 50 years. It was awesome to witness the impact of this scent.