In the high stakes of cute it is really tough to get much cuter than a lamb. Sure there’s puppies, bunnies and babies to contend with but lambs have to be in the top ten of world’s cutest creature’s, no? I am going to believe that you agree with me on this since I think you too have your finger on the pulse of cute, after all most of you thought the baby rhino was cute so a lamb has got to be like cute to the ‘nth degree. Enjoy the lamb and your Monday!
I decided I would put my sneakers on and exercise the other day. Exercise? How novel. Why that day and not the previous 1,825 others? Don’t know. If I was going to do something as wild as workout I was surely not doing it alone and convinced my upstairs neighbor to join me. This I figured would prevent me from giving up after a few minutes. I am dedicated to many things, athletics is not one of them. We decided to walk to the park (which is many, many blocks away) and then do multiple laps around the park track. All was going as planned and I was quite smug with success when we spotted a large group of hula hoopers. Hula hoopers? I was not dehydrated and seeing things. These glowing people were smiling, laughing and dare I say having a grand time? The neighbor and I walked towards these beaming hoopers and asked if it was a class, “No, we are just having fun, take a hoop and try it,” said a ballerina lithe hooper. As if in a trance we borrowed some spare hula hoops and started swiveling our hips with multiple failed attempts, finally my brain remembered that I used to do this effortlessly about four decades earlier and things started to click. I couldn’t stop laughing and this was after all the laps around the park. We wanted to know where we could get a hoop and a woman with abs of steel said she made custom ones, “We”ll take two,” the neighbor and I said in unison.
Today, we went to the park and picked up our custom creations and hooped for 45 minutes, laughing nearly the entire time. The word on the street is that you can burn up to 100 calories every ten minutes, at this rate I shall be Kate Moss by June. This is what I plan on doing this weekend, if you are having trouble getting motivated to exercise may I suggest you find a hula hoop, a friend, put some music on and let the fun begin? I swear my stomach muscles feel tighter already, I am not sure if it’s from the hooping or laughing but I forgot I even had muscles in that region of my body so I think it’s a good sign this is working.
I know that baby rhino’s aren’t for everyone but I quite fancy them. I had the distinct pleasure of being able to feed a rhino this summer (yes, of course I am bragging, don’t be jealous) and it was complete euphoria. I vacillated whether or not to showcase a piglet snuggling a baby goat instead of the rhino’s but that’s too obviously cute and besides it’s Monday, I shouldn’t be putting you into a cute coma so early on in the week, right?
I am very lucky, granted a lot of my luck I’ve created through perseverance but sometimes I get a good ol’ dose of the old fashioned kind where it seems to materialize from the ether and I have to pinch myself because I can’t believe my good fortune. A few months ago a series of odd coincidences happened, I mentioned to my best friend that I wanted to start working with fragrance again, she in turn mentioned Sarah Horowitz whom she worked with briefly, (Sarah is the indie perfumer’s perfumer), a woman whom I have worshiped from afar for what is going on a decade. My friend said Sarah was so nice and I should call her. Call her? That would be the equivalent of a fledgling fashion designer saying she liked a pair of Louboutin’s and a friend suggesting that she call Mr. Louboutin. Not going to happen. I decided to check out Sarah’s site and found out to my sheer delight that she was teaching classes! At that first click I hadn’t worked with fragrances for nearly three years because I knew how strongly scent and memory are linked and I didn’t want to create something that would remind me of my former job where I worked in a windowless converted broom closet for umpteen hours a day. The timing was perfect because I was finally pardoned by the job Gods and able to leave and see the sun again. I signed up for class.
I didn’t realize until I took the class how much I missed my olfactory experimenting. Some people that read my former Blahg may know that I am a parfumer and want to know why I would take a beginning perfumery class? First, if you had the opportunity to take a class from someone you truly admired wouldn’t you? I also reveled in being around other individuals that loved scents. It was like being dropped off an exotic land where everyone understands your strange language and peccadillo’s–sublime. Are you going to leave Sarah’s level one class and be a world class perfumer? I am sure she has had some prodigy’s but I don’t think that is the goal, it’s an introduction to the world of perfumery, the opportunity to play, meet like minded individuals and have access to one of the great indie perfumer’s in the world. Since the class I have not stopped working on formula’s, it’s very relaxing for me and perfumery makes me work on the one thing I am not so great at–patience. Lucky for me patience is something that I can work on, thus improving my ‘luck’ tenfold.
I don’t know about you but this image makes Monday this much more special, no? Is this really an animal or is it just another impostor? I’m not sure but it sure is cute. I love me a little white pup (?) in a top hat, ‘stache and monocle, you?