Well, I guess I've fallen victim to the old folk's curse - falling. It happened Tuesday morning when I was picking up clay at the clay supply house. Had just given the man in the back my receipt (you order up front and then go around back and hand over your receipt and they put the 2 boxes of clay -100 pounds- into your car trunk) when another workman walked in. He distracted me by saying "warm vanilla sugar?" I turned around and said, "Pardon?" or possibly "What?" (can't really remember exactly). And he repeated it, "warm vanilla sugar, right?"
But it did amaze me that someone recognized the fragrance since it is not a famous perfume. I had a dear friend who passed away a few years ago that always wore "Happy" by Clinique (sp?). I loved it. It smelled so fresh and clean. But when I tried it, it just wasn't the same on me. Years ago when I was in college, I wore an Este' Lauder cologne called "Youth Dew" and DH loved that. But as I aged, I found that some perfumes did seem to bring on migraines, so I stopped wearing them and went to baby powder and my vanilla splash.
Update: Have cut out the pieces for my new *under Keurig quilt square*. Now just have to sew them together, add the batting, find a backing, and a binding (going to use that blue for binding) and sew it all together.
And ceramics/pottery class started again last Saturday. It was good to have my hands back on the clay. Made several cups, bowls, vases, etc. on the wheel just to see if I still could. Did OK... better as the morning progressed. We do have one project for the whole class that is going to be done in groups... making hand-built kilns. Should be interesting - will keep you updated.
And one sad fact that was just told to me: my daughter lost 2 of her chickens recently. She suspects hawks, but can't be sure. And they were her favorites... 2 Frizzles.
|one of her Frizzles|