Last Day…

February 24, 2011 § Leave a comment

And I need a pedi! But really, I don’t care and just plan to soak up the surroundings and hospitality for as long as I can.



(Slanted Photos: Some Cozy Night, and I swear I was not shooting under the influence. They don’t exactly do the place justice.)

Soaplessley Devoted

February 21, 2011 § Leave a comment

If the memory of my twenties is intact, I believe Joni Mitchell once wrote these wise words: “Everything comes and goes…pleasure is gone too early; trouble leaves to slow”.

Knowing Joni’s oeuvre, I am guessing that she wasn’t singing about products that you make a life with that suddenly disappear, without the merest hint of a warning. But since I am fortunate enough to have worked out most of my Love and Feelings issues, I can happily use Joni’s words as a jumping off point to discuss this strangely pressing problem.

My first great lost (product) love occurred about six years ago. It was a mascara by Dior that had cashmere in it. And the concoction actually made me appear to have eye lashes. I was faithful through the end of the Clinton Administration, and well into the W years. Then the unthinkable happened: While feverishly looking for my magnificent mascara at the SoHo Sephora (one of the circles of hell, but that is for another post), I was coldly informed that it was discontinued.

Bonjour Tristesse.

As I didn’t have the Product Sourcing Prowess I now possess, I immediately folded and moved on to the product’s ostensible replacement: Dior Show.OK. The stuff is quite good and I have used it ever since, but I still miss my old flame. (Head of Lash Enhancements at Dior, are you listening??)

I could tell you many other such tales, but the most frustrating one of late has to do with soap. And it all began so sweetly…

The last time I was in Paris, I fell deeply in love with the soap stocked in the hotel where Mr. H and I were staying for my birthday. (This definitely makes my life sound more glamourous than it is, trust me.) I knew the brand and when I got back home, I immediately ran off to Bergdorf’s to get a few bars. Once Mr. H appeared to be happy with said soap, I began taking on slightly larger positions out of convenience. It was then unanimously determined by me that this would be our “house soap”. Life was good.

About two years ago, my soap suppliers (yes, that last word is plural) began tossing out phrases like “delayed on account of repackaging”, “limited supplies” and “not knowing when they would have more”. Life was becoming a little less good.

Through sheer tenacity, I was able to get about a case of my beloved bars. At a consumption rate of about one bar every two weeks, I felt confident that I could ride out the storm.

Around the time of my big score, a sane friend of mine suggested that I maybe try some other soaps during this period of uncertainty. I ignored her at first, but as I watched my supply dwindle, I went to LAFCO and bought a
bar of everything that didn’t repulse me.

The Soap-Off was on.

I will spare you the details of my research, which was conducted over a period of months. But the findings were not promising: I had found the world’s most perfect soap back in Paris. There could be no other.

I scored a few more boxes over the last several months, but as of this writing, I have but five bars and my suppliers are telling me they don’t know when to expect more. One did say he’d call me, though.

If you have gotten this far in the story, I feel awfully bad telling you that I have no words of wisdom or encouragement to finish out this post. Except, I guess, this:

A few days ago I began to take notice of the lovely soap they stock here at my Nothing is a Problem Hideaway. It smells delicious, lathers well, and Mr. H seems to like it. So, through the magic of Poolside Internet, five bars should be waiting for me when I get home, and several of my precious Parisian bars are “delayed”, but should arrive sometime in the not-so-distant — or totally distant — future. We shall see.


(Crappy photo of my new soap, Bvlgari’s Green Tea, taken while Mr. H was trying to sleep: Some Cozy Night)

Have I Mentioned??

February 19, 2011 § Leave a comment

(Imagine a nice photo here. Blogging from the iPad is limiting.)

That in addition to enjoying some time away from work, I am also very much enjoying the following:

1) Garance Dore’s site. Yes, she is the girlfriend of The Sartorialist, but I find her to be far more entertaining….and you can read her in French or English. I start in French and then check my comprehension — or lack thereof — with the English version. Enjoy!!

2) Moda Operandi: A new fashion site that allows you to order items right off the runway. Just picked up a dress that Mr. H described as “…from the future”, which is true more in more ways than one, as it is for Fall 2011. Love.

3) Steven Martin’s newest novel, An Object of Beauty. Read it in a day, so totally not heavy, but kind of a fun romp through the art world and New York. Not at all sad like Shopgirl.

And that is all I have for now.


Comfortable in Your Skin

February 16, 2011 § Leave a comment

My apologies for such a long time in between posts. The last few weeks have knocked the stuffing out of me. But today I find myself in one of my favorite places on earth. It is where Mr. H and I go to recharge and where everything is greeted with a “no problem”. As humans on earth, I know you can relate to what a rare thing this can be.

Another rare thing I recently discovered at my beloved hideaway is a rather excellent approach to handling the inevitable wear and tear that occurs as anything ages: not hiding the flaw, but making it a part of design. This place is nearing 20 years old, and in its quest for perfection (which they pretty much nail each and every time), even a crack in the pavement becomes an opportunity to evolve:



Some might think of this as trying to “hide” age, but I kind of like decorating the wear and tear. It proclaims: “I’ve been around for a little while and it is a part of me. So why hide it when I can just be good with it? ” I think I will try to get good with it, too.



(Photos: Some Cozy Night)

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