Roses

This has been a difficult weekend. I couldn't go to the Havocstan event because I was scheduled in for a show. I ended up doing three, all very lucrative, but once again, I have not started my next project, a particularly beautiful one which requires peace and sweetness. It may also require Paris, but I can't see how to manage that right now. The best I can do is try to evoke a romantic vibe...

Roses, I thought, roses.

Scented roses were nowhere to be found, so I took the advice of blackcurrants and ran off to Selfridges to try Jo Malone Red Roses perfume. It was soft, so rich, and intense, a velvety red red rose...

There was also Serge Lutens 'Sa Majeste La Rose,' a rose perfume with green notes that was, um, well, a grassy rose...

There was Stella by Stella McCartney, a pink, sophisticated girlish rose...

There was Ted Baker's Rose, Czeche and Speake's Rose, there were a thousand roses.

Then I tried Jo Malone Wild Fig and Cassis, and felt so happy and free I sprayed it all over myself and ran away into the wind, laughing like a fool. Next time I go into that shop I must buy something, they're beginning to look at me funny.

So clearly the roses I need must be found in a garden or a florists; I think I want white ones and Calla lillies, delicate and melancholy for my story.

But for me, I want to smell like a crazy shaking fig tree!

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