It’s Thursday! It’s Random! It’s Random Thursday!
This week, a good friend moved across the country and another good friend told me she intends to move across the state—by the end of this week. Yesterday, my eleven-year old fell down a flight of stairs at school, and ended up in the emergency room. She escaped with only some deep bruising and bad scrapes—mostly to her face, poor kid—but I ended up checking on her throughout the night, anyway, because what is a clear CAT scan, compare to a mother’s paranoia?
So what with one thing and another, I desperately needed something to smile about. This stuff did the trick.
If you have any smile tricks or tips of your own, please share them in the comments!
Frostbeard makes nerdvana (or geektastic, your choice) -scented soy candles and sells them on etsy.
The one above smells like driftwood, black currant tea, and hint of juniper.
The one below smells like timber, driftwood, hazelnut cappuccino, and a hint of leather:
Other offerings include
Sherlock Study (sweet pipe tobacco, cherry wood and fresh rain),
Dumbledore’s Office (cedarwood vanilla, fireplace and lemon),
The Shire (oakmoss, clover, aloe, with a hint of sweet cherry pipe tobacco),
Eau de Klingon (lilac with a hint of peaty earthiness—hurry, this one’s on clearance!)
Don’t Panic (Fresh Towels!)
And So. Many. More.
This one, features oakmoss, amber, sandalwood, with hints of tobacco and leather.
A customer thought it smelled like a “Freshly showered Sherlock Holmes”,
which might be of interest to anyone who might be thinking of sending their favorite librarian/blogger/me a little something during the upcoming gift giving season.
Winter is coming, after all.
And it smells like scotch pine and firewood.
I like bananas.
Don’t Eat the Eyes
Karen Alpert, blogger of the hilarious and superlatively blunt Baby Sideburns
and author of I Heart My Little A-Holes (a bunch of holy crap moments no one ever told you about parenting),
knows the angst of wanting to provide our beloved children with artistic lunches that will
impress the Hermes hosiery off all the other parents
feed their bodies and imaginations, like this:
When our own talents with food art are pretty much limited to this:
It moved me to tears.
Forty-Seven Ginger-headed Sailors
and one small, extremely annoying dog.
For Fry and Laurie, though—and darling Jeeves—I can ignore Dog MacIntosh.
This is a real song, by the way, composed and written by Leslie Sarony in or around 1927.
The 1927 arrangement for ukelele and banjo (what else?) and slightly inebriated singer (one infers) can be found here.
(Thanks, Cha Cha . . . I miss you already)