Nuh-nuh-no, not the wood shavings at the bottom of your hamster’s cage. But ever upward! And victory to boot! Even though I’m only semi-famous, I still made it out of 2016 alive. Perhaps I shouldn’t assume that 2017 isn’t going to be the bad year for the semi-famous, or the people with delusions of being semi-famous. Not sure which applies here. But I won’t worry myself with that, I have beads to make and perfume to hunt for. Come what may.

guerlain vetiver and vetiver extreme

guerlain vetiver and vetiver extreme – two of my new loves

Oh, how I love Guerlain’s Vetiver! I’ve always been an “oriental” lover, often preferring the heavier things of the 80’s and 90’s, the ones dripping with spices, carnation, ambers and honey. Chanel’s Coco, YSL’s Opium, Krizia’s Teatro Alla Scala. You know. But Estee Lauder’s Azuree has broadened my horizons. Technically Guerlain’s Vetiver is intended for men, but the lady at the Guerlain counter told me that plenty of women buy it for themselves. I can see why. It’s very pretty. It’s dry and spicy, but without all those manly edges, such as what juniper and lavender would add to a composition. It has a softer fuzziness, an ever-so-slightly floral woodiness that I think some women might find very appealing. But I think you might need to like vetiver to start out with, so your mileage may vary. Vetiver is easy to find, Vetiver Extreme less so – but I can tell you for sure, if you love one, you’re bound to love the other one.


this week's inspiration, l-r: Animale, Le Baiser du Dragon, Agent Provocateur L'Agent and Jean Couturier's Coriandre

this week’s bead/foof inspiration, l-r: Animale, Le Baiser du Dragon, Agent Provocateur L’Agent and Jean Couturier’s Coriandre

I took a rather long nap after gorging myself with salad this afternoon, so I’m a smidgen behind. I will be working on Etsy listings though the night and will wait until I get up tomorrow to officially list them, probably noonish or a bit later. I’ll post here again when they’re ready. I dislike posting things in the middle of the night as much as you dislike waiting for me to post things in the middle of the night.

we'll be on etsy tomorrow!

we’ll be on etsy tomorrow!

I’d best get my fanny to work… thanks for reading!


YAY! I got it done before midnight. My time. Maybe not yours. I tried.

Click HERE to get to my shop and see everything, or click on the thumbnails below for each item.

Boro Buttons:


Neon Sunset Bubble Disks:

Polaroid Cupcake:

Polka-Dotted Hearts:


I suppose I’d better get down to the xmas business… this consists of washing my hair in hopes of being presentable at the upcoming celebrations, and also making some peanut butter fudge, also a function of being presentable at the upcoming celebrations. People don’t like it when you go to parties and eat their food and bring nothing. My Christmas wish this year is that everyone will be allergic to peanuts and I will get to bring all my peanut butter fudge back home with me.

I hope you like the beads! If I don’t see you before then, Merry Merry and Happy New Year! Thanks so much for checking in.

However and whatever you celebrate, I hope you’re enjoying it.

this week's foof muses

this week’s foof muses – Insolence, Alien, Alien Essence Absolue and Alien Eau Extraordinaire

I had an odd memory the other day. It must be the new leg exercises squeezing out long-buried grey-matter with the shrinkage of surprisingly few fat cells. Anyhoo. The memory was from when I was about 5 or 6. On Christmas Eve, my maternal grandmother told me that Santa’s elves were currently making my toys and Santa was going to bring them after I fell asleep that night. I remember thinking to myself “Crap, I don’t want toys that elves made – I want the exact toys I saw at the store.” Being raised by artists and craftspeople, I knew, even at such young age, there was a distinct difference between home-made and store-bought. I also worried that if the elves had to make them, the toys wouldn’t be ready when it was time for Santa to leave. Another result of being raised by artists and craftspeople, who tend to have a rather odd sense of time and urgency when it comes to pretty much everything… But I kind of felt that if Grandma herself trusted these elves to make the toys I asked for, I probably shouldn’t complain because Grandma knew what was up. She took me to K-Mart and always had Jello and let me blow bubbles in the house. And I’m happy to report that everything turned out all right.

this week's Etsy stuff

this week’s Etsy stuff

Well, this here elf has made some home-made stuff that, if we’re being perfectly honest, is far better than some of the beads you’ll see at the store. I know it’s like 3 days before Christmas and you’re probably ready to tear your hair out. If the tales of woe in the parking lots and shopping malls are enough to make you want to stay home and nail the windows shut, perhaps you’ll see fit to do a little online shopping while you’re in.

I’ll be getting these listings ready over the next several hours, and I’ll check back in when everything is good to go. See you real soon!


Here they are, folks! Click HERE to get to my shop to see everything all at once, or click on the thumbnails below for each item.

Turning Leaf Sampler:

Rich Hippie:

Pink Flames Shimmer Spikes:

MISC No. 16:


Allrighty, then… I won’t be keeping you any longer. If someone gets to the beads before you do, I’m down for a made to order. Hope you guys enjoy your weekend, I know I will.
Thanks for looking!


…you just gotta say WHATEVER. Come what may. And just make some beads, or some pies, or some sandwiches, even when all seems to be lost. And be open, even when you have doubts…

Like this.

the NEW azuree

the NEW azuree

On multiple occasions, I have expressed my disdain for fragrance companies who disrespect the original formulas of historically significant fragrances. I mean, if anyone likes them, and they’ve been produced for years and years, they’re significant, right? They tweak the vanilla, they delete the moss and aldehydes, seemingly to satisfy those who likely couldn’t be satisfied anyway. They water it down and jack up the prices. Dior does it. Chanel does it. And I had mistakenly come to believe that they ALL did this. Estee Lauder, it turns out, has treated most of their old formulas with respect, save for the rare misstep, which they usually promptly correct after being roundly trounced by their loyal customers (eg Estee, circa 2008 – 2010… may they eventually come to their senses regarding Cinnabar). I was afraid Azuree was doomed to suffer endlessly, considering what it smelled like when I tested a new bottle in 2014, and also considering what ignorant accountants have perpetrated on Aramis and Cabochard.

So I decided last week to find Azuree in its new bottle to find out for sure. I’m so, so glad I gave it a chance. It’s strong, long lasting, and the evolution is adventurous… leather, spice, marijuana, bread, incense, ashtray… artful. Just like the old Azuree, and better than what it was a few years prior. Better yet, oakmoss is on the list of ingredients. I could barely believe what I was smelling. I went back the next day and bought a bottle of it, and informed the sales associate that Azuree is too good to be hidden behind the counter as if they’re ashamed of it. I suspect the biggest difference in old vs new is simply age, and perhaps the new will age just as gracefully. So, the moral of this story is, if I have piqued your interest in Azuree with my incessant yammering about it, you can be assured that you needn’t scour ebay for the oldest and priciest; eek, the prices of vintage Azuree these days. At this moment, a 1.7oz  bottle (whose shape and design is rather lacking in character, in my opinion) shown above, can be had just about anywhere there’s an Estee Lauder counter, and for the astonishingly low price of $52. And it will go far… I wasn’t kidding about its strength. I can still smell the shirt I wore with it across the room, and that was from well over 24 hours ago. Two sprays, people. Hell to the Yes.

Why yes, I AM listing some beads on Etsy this evening! Here’s what’s around the bend:

z-beads, week of 12/12/16

z-beads, week of 12/12/16

Looks like I’ve been making hearts these days. I got an order for them, and since they’re not my forte, I felt the need to practice a bit. I will be focusing a bit more on Etsy through the end of the year, so keep your eyes peeled.

I’ll be working on these listings for the next few hours… I know it’s a bit late in some spots, but I got a late start today, and it was grey and cold and I didn’t have the best lighting conditions for photos… but I muddled through.

I’ll be back in a bit! Thanks for reading.


new muses

Know who I love? Iris Apfel.


Mom called me several months ago and told me I must watch a documentary on PBS about a woman with one of the largest costume jewelry collections in the US. Mom said she reminded her of us with her jewelry and colors and her very “I Am Me” attitude. I already knew about Iris because on the one extremely rare occasion I landed on HSN while flipping channels and stayed there, I saw her HSN exclusive jewelry designs and thought it was really cool. I couldn’t pin down PBS’ second run of the documentary and sort of forgot about it. Last weekend I accidentally stumbled onto it on Netflix. It’s simply titled “Iris” if you’d like to watch it. I was certainly meant to find out more about Iris Apfel…

"Color can raise the dead." Iris Apfel

“Color can raise the dead.” Iris Apfel

Iris has three residences, each one full of her artisan and designer clothing collection. I look at my own various collections and become overwhelmed and really wonder at my compulsion to collect things to the degree I do… but I don’t feel so badly when I look at the photos of Iris’ apartment and see beautiful things on the floor in the hallway.


I should put my collections to good use, just as Iris has. The bead collection should be used for jewelry, not for simply having been collected. I have new jewelry ideas constantly, but I feel squished by the sheer number of them, not to mention the limited time and space I have to execute them in. So I languish. Iris is older than everyone and she still goes everywhere. I truly have no excuse. Simply having great ideas and beautiful things is not enough. One thing at a time is better than nothing at all, and sharing it is better still.


Other inspiration: this makes me want to make beaded flowers again.

Guerlain's La Petite Robe Noir super special edition with embroidered flowers

Guerlain’s La Petite Robe Noire super special edition in black crystal with embroidered flowers

I’ve been in the mood to make jewelry lately. When I get moving in a certain direction…

special order bracelet

special order bracelet

A new necklace, below… the three lampwork beads in the front were begging to be made into something. I sold the other 4 beads (they were from the Seeds set from a couple of years ago), and made the two foiled cones specifically for this necklace. The 5 cinnabar looking beads are actually old pressed glass beads from Germany or Czechoslovakia. I saw these at an antique mall and had to have them. I probably paid a little too much, but in all my years of bead browsing I have never seen anything quite like them.


A few more things from my own collection, below. I was pleased to find that old strand of very nice yellow mother-of-pearl at an antique store on sale for $12. I guess it kind of made up for how much I spent on the cinnabar-looking ones.

my collections in warm, cool and green

favorites from my collections in warm, cool and green

And some new additions to my perfume collection:


I love them all! I wonder if you can recognize any of your favorites. There’s a bottle of Dior Addict from its good old days – it’s more smoky and floral than the newer batches. We also have one of the first bottles of Coco Mademoiselle EDT, Chanel No 19 in pure parfum, and Ungaro’s Diva (wow). And Boucheron; double wow. A candied sweet tuberose that fades to a lightly spiced powdery incense – how did they do that? 80’s and 90’s perfumes are simply the best. Every time I do my Jazzercise workout from 1986 I imagine what that exercise studio must have smelled like, in the times before everyone became so apologetic for smelling fabulous. And Alien (artsy purple bottle on the far right.) That stuff is crazy. Cold metallic mentholated jasmine, earthy and otherworldly all at once. Like the floor of an aluminum forest at first frost. Alien is a very fitting name for it, and the purple bottle was a good choice. It’s very easy to find if you’re curious. Patou’s Sublime is here too. It was a surprise inclusion, and I LOVE it. I’m gonna tell you all about that one later.

I suppose I’d better get back to work on making beads and jewelry for my teeming masses (ha). But I think I need a nap first. I partied too hard on my birthday yesterday. I got free eye shadow at Ulta and had too much microwave lasagna and home made strawberry shortcake.

Thanks for reading!

Etsy … like, right now!

what's that incessant crinkling sound coming from the living room? nelson, what else.

what’s that incessant crinkling sound coming from the living room? nelson, what else. most cats like boxes. nelson likes bags. ask nelson if he wants paper or plastic… he’ll take ’em all.

Hey guys! I’ve been cleaning, organizing, making jewelry, and most excitingly, ironing out the details of a bead/perfume trade. This is very exciting, seeing as how it’s growing ever more obvious that I am hopelessly addicted to perfume. Silly, I know. Then again, there are worse things to be hooked on. Once this trade is completed, I plan on wearing one each day and sharing my thoughts on them. Meanwhile… I want to tell you about one of my newest acquisitions:

Cartier's Le Baiser du Dragon

Cartier’s Le Baiser du Dragon

The further I delved into online perfume reviews (or the maze with no exit I know as Fragrantica) the more fragrances I stumbled across who had various sorts of booze listed as their top notes. One that really caught my eye was Cartier’s Le Baiser du Dragon, which has amaretto listed as the most noticeable note. I have had two Cartier vials since I was very young: Must de Cartier EDT and Must de Cartier pure parfum. Two very different animals these two, might I add. But I never saw Cartier for sale anywhere locally until very recently, so my exposure to anything Cartier was practically nonexistent. The Fragrantica reviews for Dragon were all over the place, but at some point I concluded that the less positive reviews were from people who were sampling the new formula (you can tell this by the lid – new formula has a flat black cap, old formula has a chrome maze in relief on the top of the cap.) I figured out that Dragon had actually been discontinued for a short while and then brought back fairly soon after with the black cap.


So I bought a parfum dabber in 2014 of the old formula – it was mistakenly listed on ebay as an edp or edt miniature, and it was priced accordingly to this mistake, so I practically stole it. I clearly remember the day I received it – I truly was disappointed. Even a bit insulted. It seemed rather… I don’t know… uncomplicated. All fuzz and no claws. Not worthy of the praise it has received, or even the cool bottle it was in. But I persisted. It took me at least a few tries of the parfum to decide Dragon deserved more than a dismissive Dr. Pepper + mothballs, which was my first impression. The problem with the parfum, which I only had in a little dabber bottle, is that it was a dabber. With a spray, you seem to get better coverage and the fragrance has more lift, more air, more sparkle. I continued to sample it, and continued to be unimpressed, but inexplicably fascinated by it at the same time. I guess I was interested enough to look on ebay and stumbled across a big bottle (close enough to full) on auction still at a low price. Additionally,  it was one of the pre-reformulation bottles, with an estimated production date of 2004, only a year after Dragon was first released. What luck, why not – got it for $32 shipped.


So it gets here and I uncap it… okay, it’s definitely Dragon, the bottle shows some age, things are looking good. I spray it on the back of my hand… yeah, okay. This is nice, better than the parfum, but… I don’t know. Is it really something I would wear? I tend to buy similar fragrances all the time, so maybe I ought to stretch out a bit. Over the next few days, I continued to tentatively spray it on the back of my hand, which is probably not the best method of testing, but I was wearing something else. I liked it more with each wear but it just… wasn’t… quite. By then I had figured out that the parfum focused more on the sweeter boozy notes and not so much on the other cool stuff Dragon had to offer in its other concentrations. So I took a long bath, scrubbed myself fresh and gave Dragon a very serious try. Well? Honestly? Wow, this is pretty good stuff. After experiencing old and new Must, I figured out that Cartier fragrances bloom – not in an old school perfumery way, but in a fresh and modern way. It isn’t like my 90’s bottle of Chanel Coco that starts out on a choppy rollercoaster of old lipstick, then goes lemon Pledge, then goes what the hell is this, before it finally becomes the magical thing that is Coco. Cartier fragrances are delicate, but stealthy and strong too – like those naked lady lilies that literally appear overnight in your yard and stand curiously tall without tipping over in the blazing summer heat.

le baiser du dragon vs hypnotic poison

le baiser du dragon vs hypnotic poison

Another reason I was so persistent with Dragon is that I had the almond themed addition to my collection finally narrowed down to two choices: Dior’s Hypnotic Poison or Dragon. I wouldn’t say they smell alike at all, but they do have a thing or two in common: in addition to the almond, both have an effervescent, distinctively soft drink beginning to them. Dragon is Dr. Pepper, and Hypnotic is root beer. When considering food and drink I generally prefer root beer, but there are times when Dr. Pepper is unquestionably the better choice. As for these two fragrances, they’re both very sweet, but neither are nauseatingly sugary sweet. Once it has evolved on the skin, Hypnotic Poison hovers on the edge of almond cookies and baked goods but is kindly held back by Dior’s moldy flowers house accord. I hated Hypnotic Poison at first, but I’ve grown to at least respect it, I even like it a little bit. I ultimately decided against it because it doesn’t fit me somehow. Dragon, on the other hand, is a boozy amaretto further sweetened by amber, chocolate and orange, which could easily reach the heights of over the top syrupy sweet. But a gentlemanly patchouli and vetiver combination rescues it at the last second from landing face down in the 21st birthday gutter streaming with sticky, vomitously sweet booze. I’m no sugary sweet girly girl, and I gotta have a little growl, so a testosterone tinged facet is generally all I need to be convinced. (By the by, this patchouli+vetiver combination in Angel’s new Muse works similarly – the whipped cream and hazelnut, which I would usually find to be too much sweet, is grounded significantly with the addition of vetiver. Good move, Mugler! I like it!)


Anyway, what you’re probably most interested in is the beads. Right now, on etsy:

Go HERE to get to my shop, or click on the thumbnails below for each item.

Acid Grass Glimmer Strips:


Chiffon Sorbet:


Pink Tie Optical Ellipses:


These Funny Things:


Outsider Art in Red:


Outsider Art in Blue:


Grrrly Super Stripey Triple Toggles:


Nineteen Ninety Eight:


Rhodochrosite Mega Star Woozballs:


I hope you find something you like! Next up for me is a bath (and a generous spritz of Dragon afterwards), a Taco Bell taco salad and coffee at mom’s. Thanks for checking in!


Superstars Tonight!


right on

Wow, I could totally be sunning myself in a paved parking lot with these 2 broads, at what looks to be the Jersey shore. But noooOOOooo. I’m stuck at the computer putting together a sale of quasi historic proportions. Size-wise anyway… I think there were 15 selections at last count. The beads themselves aren’t too shabby either. I’ll warn you right now, I was in the mood for pink. I have no idea what that was about. Here’s a hint at what’s to come:


see us and all of our rowdy friends at the sale tonight. click us to get there!

Not to mention some new (and old) experiments, some old faves and a Foof set that includes THREE fragrances!  Oh, yes. The perfume is taking over my headspace again. In fact… do you know this one?

Estee Lauder's Azuree

Estee Lauder’s Azuree

You probably know Aramis (1966), but you might be less likely to know Cabochard (1959)… and maybe even less likely to know Estee Lauder’s Azuree (1969). These three have several things in common: leather, oakmoss and patchouli, and all three were designed by Bernard Chant. These fragrances are very similar in that, by today’s standards, they would probably pass more for “a strange odor” than a fragrance. I know Cabochard and Aramis quite well: Mom wears Cabochard and Dad wore Aramis. Poor Cabochard and Aramis are both merely a shadow of what they once were, now that oakmoss has been almost completely banned (at least, in the molecular/chemical/sciency form they were allowed to be in their better times – ie approximately pre-2000.)


Oakmoss is a difficult odor to describe, but once you have identified it, you’ll always be able to find it when it’s there. In this particular bottle of Azuree, which I suspect is from the 70’s or 80’s, the oakmoss is pungent, almost bread-doughy. You guys, I just LOVE Azuree, particularly the older stock. The fresh-baked oakmoss weaves daintily in and out of a leathery, smoky, but at the same time very fresh and airy sheen that can’t really be described as minty fresh, nor can it be described as aquatic or melony fresh. This stuff is wild. It’s fabulous in both hot and steamy weather and cool and dry weather. I can’t seem to wear Aramis or Cabochard in their current iterations, and I suspect it is due to the reduced or entirely absent oakmoss and/or what has been used in its stead. They both turn offensively sour on me. I will attempt to find older bottles of both at some point. But my Azuree? People are like “WHAT is THAT? It’s so good!” It’s because it’s OLD. Unfortunately the new bottles of Azuree are not much better than the new Cabochard and Aramis. Rumor has it that Theirry Wasser, current head perfumer guy at Guerlain, found a way to remove the offending molecule (the one that causes photosensitivity) from oakmoss, while keeping oakmoss’ odorous/fixative properties mostly intact. Or something of the sort. But that is most likely limited to Guerlain fragrances; Wasser, who I reckon is as smart as he is handsome, is probably keeping that little trick up his own sleeve for now.

Thierry Wasser

Thierry Wasser

Anyway. The moral of this story is, if you have an old bottle of Azuree that you don’t want any more, and I have some beads that you DO want, we might can help each other out. In fact, if you have anything else you think I might like (as long as it isn’t Avon or a celebrity fragrance) drop me a line. I might be interested.


I hope to see you at the sale tonight! Here’s what’s happening on the Superstars page of my website:

7:30PM CENTRAL TIME: The new beads will appear on the Superstars page for the sale preview. Take this 30 minutes to read and decide what you want, and email me with any questions.

8PM CENTRAL TIME and beyond: Start sending in your requests via email.

If you’re unsure of where your time zone falls in this scenario, google it!

we'll be at the sale too!

we’ll be at the sale too!

Thanks for checking in, see you later!

you know what your problem is?


I know what mine is. I’m a slave to my emotions, all of them. I get stove up if I can’t express them properly, and I’m not so great at expressing them in the usual ways. So I paint pictures of these confounding emotions with words and put them on display. Call it art, call it whining, call the authorities for a well check. But once these words have met your eyes and comprehension and acceptance (or lack thereof) they’re gone. And there forever as a reminder of where I’ve been. This is difficult for some people to grasp. That’s fine, we all deal with things differently and there’s room for all of us. Writing helps me simplify and manage it, but sharing once it’s written is the only way for me to actually get it out. It’s part of my process. This is a small, but still very important, part of the end result that is the rainbow’y chunks of glass. You do still like those, right?

You, dear readership, are my Milk Of Magnesia. Thank you ever so much. I mean it. It isn’t like you haven’t been warned… “curmudgeonly ponderings” in the header and all…

a painting by Laura Sullivan

a painting by Laura Sullivan

These are grim times and I’m feeling it and I’m not afraid to say so. The earth is shaking us to pieces, the sky is trying to drown us and we’re fighting each other. When I talk about how spaghettied in I feel, it’s not because I’m depressed. I’m disillusioned and dissatisfied; I can’t help but see what is in front of me. I’m finding it difficult to accept the things I cannot change… but maybe if I pile a bunch of rainbows on that crap it will soften the edges a bit.

I've been working on a huge order since I last posted

I’ve been working on a huge order since I last posted… work is good!

Therapy? I’ve received your hints. I’ve considered it, any sane person would. But I’ll ask you this: would you put a lion into therapy for wanting to gnaw on a zebra? Should you send a rabbit to therapy for being too timid? Should I hurl myself upon the altar of therapy because I choose to feel everything and be honest about it? Why shouldn’t I save myself a few dollars and trouble… and just be honest about it? If you don’t feel everything, if you pick and choose, you’re merely existing. To truly live is to feel it all; to let it overcome you, to let it twist you into knots of anticipation or joy or despair, maybe all at once if you’re feeling brave, and allow yourself to teeter on the very edge of the edge and fall freely into the next huge wave of feeling. It’s just as real as anything you can see and put your hands on. It’s what differentiates us from the other animals, but just like they are, we’re doing what comes naturally to us. Why not embrace it?

another made to order - designer gummies and Hawaiian mint hana

another made to order – designer gummies and Hawaiian mint hana

I spent a good many years trying not to feel much of anything. I thought I was being strong, not being a bother. If you do feel something and actually admit it, people think you’re weak or that you’re off your nut. Or from hell. You’re threatening their safe little ball of fluff. People discuss you behind your back, “how concerned and worried they are!” but they still wouldn’t touch you with a 30 foot pole. Especially if you’re a woman. Especially if you’re a man. You can’t see me right now, but I’m flipping the bird at glazing over with polite conversation and memes. I’m not a cardboard cut-out and I don’t portray one on the internet, either. It isn’t like I’m hurting anyone, including myself, by expressing how I feel. This might be dreary, but at least it’s real. I understand, better now than ever I have, why people turn to drugs and other sorts of self harm. Feeling nothing would be so much easier. But I don’t have time for that, either. I need to work, I need to live, and my work springs from my emotions, my perceptions, my ability to absorb my surroundings with a clear eye and mind, and in turn, sell my work so that I can continue the cycle of survival. Which I have slowly been bringing into a state of truly living. Even though it’s been for a very positive cause, this process has been disquieting and disruptive to every aspect of my life. It happens that way sometimes.

yet another made to order: super stripey triple toggles and olive rain

yet another made to order: super stripey triple toggles and olive rain

My other problem is that I second guess my small pleasures. I don’t mean the guilty ones… because ALL my pleasures are guilty pleasures. I should be working or washing something or feeding someone or whatever. Once upon a time, I only spent money on work. Glass, beads, jewelry, tools. I never indulged in anything but what I needed to survive. I ate too much, I stockpiled toiletries and stayed inside. My kitchen stovetop was always fairly clean. Instead of finding practically new $200 jeans for $3 at the thrift store, or binge watching tv shows, or experiencing life and inviting the treasures and dramas that other people have to offer. Instead of simply enjoying and being open to what might be next. And my perfume habit? Talk about silly, guilty pleasures…

Ysatis, Opium, Ysatis, Private Collection, Safari, No. 3, Safari

Ysatis, Opium, Ysatis, Private Collection, Safari, No. 3, Safari

Someone did me a solid a few weeks ago. Within a period of 6 days, I acquired 7 bottles of perfume for less than $40 total. All prior to major reformulation. Back row: 1990’s Givenchy Ysatis 1.7oz, late 1990’s YSL Opium 3.4oz, more 1990’s Ysatis 3.4oz (sadly, without a lid) Estee Lauder’s Private Collection 1.75oz (exact age unknown, but definitely older because today I’m pretty sure it’s Eau De Private Collection). Front row: Old formula Ralph Lauren Safari 4.2oz, Gucci No. 3 (not made since sometime in the 1990’s I think) and a slightly newer, but still old, Safari 2.5oz..


Out of all of these, I was most thrilled to find the Gucci No. 3. My sister gave me a mini of this when I was in my early teens, and it was one of my favorites. I didn’t use it much because the bottle was so small and I wanted it to last. I love it because it’s full of contradiction: soft but assertive, powdery but youthful, cool but warm. A tart stemmy green with the roots intact. Mossy as all get-out. Full of fine wood, champagne and suede, as if an adjustment had been made in a hard spirit to allow a few luxurious comforts to soften it somewhat. I think this is one of the best fragrances ever made, and I can hardly believe my luck in finding it.

Ysatis was also on my wish list when I was younger. My 9th grade English teacher wore it and I looked forward to that class every day; but by then they were pushing Amarige and the Ysatis tester could never be found. I was surprised to find it at Von Maur several months ago and it was quite awful by comparison. Original Ysatis was this initial burst of sweet ylang-ylang that morphed into a flowery incensed civet. Now it smells like someone tried to cover stale cigarette smoke with some unpleasant perfume. Much like most older fragrances containing (natural) civet, the magic happens on your skin. Speaking of civet…

Joy parfum, Rochas Byzance and Eau De Joy

Joy parfum, Rochas Byzance and Eau De Joy

I was telling a friend about my luck at finding perfume lately. Like everyone else, she asked if it didn’t get old and turn bad? I told her that just about anything was probably fine for my purposes, and my luck has been good. She said, “oh, well, I have some old perfumes you can have… I can’t promise that they’re anything good…” But I knew that with her taste, it wasn’t anything bad. She brought out the three pictured above and my jaw, of course, dropped. The Joy parfum is empty, but the Eau de Joy is very perfumey and VERY civet’y. So civet’y in fact that one might even call it pissy… to me, the pissier the better. Civet just agrees with me. Fitting, as I’m an unfettered cat lady. The Byzance initially reminded me of vintage Poison, what with the tuberose and spices, but it’s more sheer and smooth, cooler and powderier. I luvs me some tuberose.

next thursday!!!

next thursday!!!

And… in addition to made-to-orders, I’ve been working on new beads for the next Superstars sale. The feeling of opening the kiln to an entirely new idea-turned-reality waiting inside is matchless, and also worth sharing… but not until the sale! And it’s gonna be good… new ideas and energy will abound. I’m aiming for next Thursday and I think I might be able to make it happen. I’ll keep you all posted.

Thank you all for reading.


It’s that time! Here they are! Click HERE for my etsy shop, or each thumbnail below for the individual items.

I’ve been thinking about !BLING’ed hollow beads for months and months. I finally got around to that.

Red Deco !BLING! Glitterbomb:


Alien Egg !BLING! Glitterbomb:


Baby Blue !BLING! Asteroid:



When I was making this bracelet, I decided I needed to make smaller Floopy Flowers. The regular sized ones are kind of, you know, floopy. The smaller ones might be easier to handle for some things. Sooo….

!RED! Fun Size Floopy Flowers:


Neon Harvest Fun Size Floopy Flowers:


Both of these sets include one regular sized Floopy Flower, in case there is a regular sized Floopy Flower Emergency. When it comes to beads, there is always an emergency of some sort. It’s better to be prepared!

Yay! Thanks for checking in! I hope you like.