Over the years I have learned a few things. Specifically regarding makeup and perfume, I have found that they can be used as tools hand-in-hand with all sorts of coping mechanisms. When I feel lost in the middle of the day, sometimes a swipe of lipstick can- if not set me straight- point me in the right direction. If I need a boost, a spritz of perfume can do the trick. But the magic can only go so far. There are days that are hopeless, days where no cosmetic can lift the pall. There are days so heartsick, no perfume can sweeten them. After all, these potions are superficial. Sometimes that is enough…but at the end of the day, when all that’s left of the mascara and lipstick is a smeared tissue in the trash basket, I am left with the same old hole in my heart. So forgive me, but I am going to take a break from my posts, for a while. I will still do my best to break down the notes in new perfumes, and will still revel in the perfection of my favorite lipstick. But I need to pull back a bit, turn inward…hibernate. Hopefully I can focus on my artmaking and fiction writing and will come out of it feeling strong and secure. Though despair has been dogging me for way too long, I can still hope, even if it’s a weak, half-hearted sort of hope. So with a mist of sweet scent and a kiss from cherry lips, this is Gingerbomb, over and out.
“What Can I Do?” by Antony and the Johnsons with Rufus Wainwright.
