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CONFESSION: Last week I received a call out of the blue: Would you like two tickets to the opening night for A Christmas Carol? Why, yes, of course I would! I suppose it was a reward for good parental behavior (I donated several bottles of wine to the holiday auction) or perhaps for my offspring’s own stellar academic performance, regardless, the petite and I left the tomboy at home on a freezing Tuesday night and embarked on a mission in the heart of Union Square to the Geary or A.C.T. Theater (depending on a number of variants or preferences).

Not wanting to freeze my arse off yet insisting upon paying respect to the performances sartorially, I chose this glam-but-officious outfit, topped with leather gloves and a heavy wool pea coat. I haven’t seen the play since I last evolved politically,  but it was wonderful nonetheless. Very spooky and lively and pretty to look at and modernized for today’s ADD-addled audiences. During intermission, the petite and I sipped Orangina and champagne respectively, and it was a splendid evening.

PS. The socks are from Bloomingdale’s or Saks or something, and the fur is vintage. Of course.

PPS. WTF re: my skinny arms? I am convinced it’s the heavy velvet wide-leg pants skewing perspective, because NO.

Confession: We’ve had the weirdest weather – cold and gloomy, warm and sunny, rain out of absolutely nowhere, cold, ninja-esque thunderstorm, cold and gloomy, sunshine – and that’s just the past few days! It could be worse! It could be Denver, where all of the above plus one wind- and snowstorm can occur all within a few hours. Still. I need a little consistency. The chill is why I threw on tights and a cardigan over my sunny floral spring dress. (Shout out to Sublime Femme – I hope that explains yesterday’s blog post with the boots and the velvet, an outfit technically from last week.) The sparkly shoes are just because I felt like it.

I don’t know why I look so serious, but I feel like the 2nd photo should have one of those snarky vintage captions on it, something like, “Nothing could make her remember the prize-winning fruit salad recipe” or “I’ve forgotten what one does in the kitchen.”

Scent: My fourth Guerlain review! This time the objet d’art is Guerlain Aqua Allegoria Pamplelune. The Sephora description reads: “Pamplelune is an immersion into the icy tingle of an effervescent citrus potion, blended with the warm embrace of sun-soaked patchouli and sensual vanilla. Like a day in Provence, its combination of coolness and warmth is both energetic and sophisticated.”

A friend of mine brought it over last week, as it is her newest love. On her, it comes screaming out of the bottle (the gloriously ornate full-sized bee bottle) sharp and zingy and terribly masculine. The staying power is excellent. On me, however, it eases rather quickly into something soft and pretty. A slight edge hinting of citrus – the grapefruit – and a little bit of that play-doh smell in the drydown, and I can definitely detect the “Guerlain-ade” there.

Officially, the notes are: California Grapefruit, Italian Bergamot, Neroli, Petitgrain, Black Currant, Patchouli, Vanilla. It’s always so shocking how differently one’s skin chemistry turns a fragrance right around, for better or worse!