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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG6POQT_86I/AAAAAAAADWw/1beZml_FPuI/s400/cuba+ched.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219266493228774306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coral Negro:  Head notes include citrus and spice, heart notes are mainly tropical florals, and the soul of the scent is sandalwood, amber, with touches of musk and patchouli. Suchel perfumes are award winning scents and the history of perfumery in Cuba is a very old and respected one. The French house of Molinard was at one time a huge favorite in Cuba. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Habanita&lt;/span&gt; by Molinard is still a popular perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a thing for Coral Negro which keeps it in my top five, and here is a quote from from a good friend of mine regarding Coral Negro. I couldn't describe it any better than he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The saleswoman brought out a bottle, she said it was The Black Coral of Suchel for me to try. Instantly I found it to be on par with  the best French perfume. It had a warmth, and was seductive. I decided to buy a bottle for my wife. In the days I spent in Cuba, while sampling  the handcrafted fragrances offered in the boutiques and visiting the impressive &lt;a href="http://www.oldhavanaweb.com/museums/perfume_museum.html"&gt;Perfume Museum&lt;/a&gt;, it was as if I was in a place like Grasse, but more mysterious ~ with a very, very spirited nightlife. " &lt;/span&gt; ~J.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago I imagine, in Habana Vieja the old men sat companionably, in well-worn linen suits and savored their espresso. Perfumed women in lovely handmade dresses brought them a light meal and another espresso ( which they had made from the freshest beans, spring water, raw sugar and boiled milk.) The women heated the water, stirred in the coffee, and boiled it for just a second in tiny pots over a fire. They carefully strained it through cloth. The strong scent of the espresso mingled with that of the cigar smoke and perfume on the breeze. When the Italian espresso machine came to Cuba it was met with great enthusiasm, as you can imagine. Since I've been reading the &lt;a href="http://coffeemessiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coffee Messiah's&lt;/a&gt; blog I've been wanting an espresso machine. I doubt if I'll ever get one, and so I'll continue to make primative espresso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fun Factoid: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;French Colonists who settled in Cuba in the 1700s set the standards for coffee cultivation, standards that are still maintained today.&lt;/span&gt;A friend told me that François-René de Chateaubriand wrote that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the Island of Cuba presents itself by the scent of vanillas and the perfume of tropical flowers. &lt;/span&gt;I wasn't able to find the exact quote anywhere, but Chateaubriand did spend time in Louisiana and no doubt sailed to Cuba at some point during his tour of The Americas. I've never read any of his books, but while searching for information on his travels, his novels and memoirs looked very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG-wVtCY3XI/AAAAAAAADXQ/AJf7QHZVEi4/s1600-h/cubanstamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG-wVtCY3XI/AAAAAAAADXQ/AJf7QHZVEi4/s400/cubanstamp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219584380059049330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perfume bottles are found on old Cuban postage stamps (I tried to find a clearer stamp image, but no luck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Yesterday's book review made me add a post script to this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHE86k7ekSI/AAAAAAAADXg/FXJg2SlqlKM/s1600-h/book+review+eddy+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHE86k7ekSI/AAAAAAAADXg/FXJg2SlqlKM/s400/book+review+eddy+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220020420142338338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The flashy cover review caught my eye ~ Rachel Kushner's novel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Telex from Cuba&lt;/span&gt; set in the 1950's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kushner has fashioned a story that will linger like a whiff of the decadent Colony perfume." ~ Susann Cokal &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for The New York Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Colony perfume she's referring to is Jean Patou's 1938 creation. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A  strong tropical rum punch of a chypre with tobacco, leather, woods, and floral notes.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other quality perfumes inspired by Cuba include: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cuba by Czech &amp; Speake of Jermyn Street, London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfumer: Robert Stephen&lt;br /&gt;Head notes: a nice blend of rum, lime, and mint&lt;br /&gt;Heart notes: rose, spices and bay&lt;br /&gt;Soul notes: spices, tobacco, cedarwood, and tonka bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cuba Express by perfumer Dominique Dubrana &lt;br /&gt;for Abdes Salam Attar &lt;/span&gt;Dubrana chose 4 scents that reminded her of Cuba: coffee, tobacco, rum and cacao.&lt;br /&gt;She blended them with tropical fruits and Caribbean spice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-7642971490088373654?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7642971490088373654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7642971490088373654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/coral-negro-perfume-by-suchel.html' title='Coral Negro Perfume by Suchel'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG6POQT_86I/AAAAAAAADWw/1beZml_FPuI/s72-c/cuba+ched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-5731748758169473639</id><published>2011-01-09T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:23:13.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RaRnB4y9-PI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b88su7e-RsI/s1600-h/DCP_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RaRnB4y9-PI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b88su7e-RsI/s400/DCP_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018249166921267442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RaRnCIy9-QI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WWsbuxSXZ9E/s1600-h/DCP_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RaRnCIy9-QI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WWsbuxSXZ9E/s400/DCP_0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018249171216234754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen of Troy Vs. Helen of Rubinstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was very young I came to think that Cosmetics Executive and Beauty Salon Queen Helena Rubinstein  was a magical queen named Helen, who ruled in a faraway city named Rubinstein.&lt;br /&gt;Rubinstein had minarets  studded with rubies and people traveled around on flying carpets. Helen of Rubinstein was a stunning brunette who made Helen of Troy look bland by comparison. Helen of Rubenstein had the finest silk gowns, She wore sapphires and emeralds, and there were even jewels on her velvet slippers. She took baths in a beautiful sunken tub full of perfumed waters. Flower petals were the carpeting under her feet. Beautiful and delicious cupcakes were brought to her by devoted servants. I wanted to travel to Rubenstein and live there for awhile, ( or forever)  and I was young enough to firmly believe in flying carpets. I had seen illustrations of them in books, and my older sister had assured me that flying carpets did exist, but only in Arabie. ( The city of Rubenstein was somewhere in Arabie). I was given empty perfume bottles, and as you can see by the photo posted, they were beautifully designed. They conjured up more daydreams for me. Perfumes sitting on a dressing table looked like they could be used in some magic ritual, or hold a magic potion that  would help me soar above the minarets on my own magic carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script: My eldest sister also introduced me to Bob Dylan, Dark chocolate, and photography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-5731748758169473639?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5731748758169473639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5731748758169473639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/01/helen.html' title='Helen'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RaRnB4y9-PI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b88su7e-RsI/s72-c/DCP_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-2408629282639783225</id><published>2011-01-06T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:45:51.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Black: Blacque Jacque Shellacque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/R4Bmb3tTWuI/AAAAAAAACVc/jQ0sTIvfSCQ/s1600-h/Bonanza_Bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/R4Bmb3tTWuI/AAAAAAAACVc/jQ0sTIvfSCQ/s400/Bonanza_Bunny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152230602708310754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor Jack Black ( School of Rock, Shallow Hal) will play Blacque Jacque Shellacque in the upcoming biopic, "Pogo Stick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shellacque was a French Canadian fur trapper who landed a starring role as the villain in two Bugs Bunny cartoons. Shellacque was a great actor and worked very well with Bugs Bunny--his future seemed bright. Yosemite Sam flew into a rage at not being cast in those cartoons and told Warner Brothers: "There ain't ROOOOM enough in the cartoon biz fer the both of us!" Warner Brothers decided to let Shellacque go to placate the difficult Sam, who was already an established star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shellacque sunk into a deep depression and his drinking escalated. He suffered through many public humiliations and a series of short stints in jail. His wife left him, his friends stopped taking his calls, and he suffered some serious injuries while pogo sticking under the influence. During his recovery he met the woman who would change his life forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an inspirational story that will have the audience in tears. I hear that the script is top notch, and that Jack Black actually lived with Shellacque in St. Foy, Quebec, working on the accent and body language needed for a realistic portrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/R4Buz3tTWvI/AAAAAAAACVk/U1mI1EixxkU/s1600-h/3439320565.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/R4Buz3tTWvI/AAAAAAAACVk/U1mI1EixxkU/s400/3439320565.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152239811118193394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of Jack Black courtesy of the Jack Black Fan Club of Warwarsing, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/R4B_CntTWwI/AAAAAAAACVs/-ALNLUB_anc/s1600-h/Bob-Dylan-sb003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/R4B_CntTWwI/AAAAAAAACVs/-ALNLUB_anc/s200/Bob-Dylan-sb003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152257656707308290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bob Dylan has a small role in the film, playing the actor Vincent Price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-2408629282639783225?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2408629282639783225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2408629282639783225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/01/jack-black-blacque-jacques-shellacque.html' title='Jack Black: Blacque Jacque Shellacque'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/R4Bmb3tTWuI/AAAAAAAACVc/jQ0sTIvfSCQ/s72-c/Bonanza_Bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-618311837269610644</id><published>2010-12-04T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:28:19.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Fifth Avenue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcZQKMNYGWI/AAAAAAAAAT4/alxYtQP0r9g/s1600-h/ScribnerBks_looks._1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcZQKMNYGWI/AAAAAAAAAT4/alxYtQP0r9g/s320/ScribnerBks_looks._1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027794170011982178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcZQKMNYGXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ruDA-5AD11M/s1600-h/047_USL10097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcZQKMNYGXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ruDA-5AD11M/s320/047_USL10097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027794170011982194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribner's was my favorite bookstore. It was beyond compare. The only time I ever left without purchasing a book was the day I discovered "comic genius" Jackie Mason all alone, at a table, attempting a book signing. His assistant wasn't even with him at the table. He was shouting out jokes, trying to get people to come over to him. Customers and bookstore employees alike were pretending he didn't exist, which made him louder. It is hard to browse books AND ignore an obnoxious person, so I went over to Rizzoli's that day. I preferred Scribner's to all other bookstores for so many reasons that I practically went into mourning when it closed forever. The beautiful space became home to a clothing store, or two, and then a Sephora. I finally went inside one day because:&lt;br /&gt;a.) It was a humid 90 degrees and I wanted some free cold air.&lt;br /&gt;b.) I felt nostalgic for the beautiful space that was once my beloved Scribner's.&lt;br /&gt;c.) They had perfumes in there.&lt;br /&gt;I had pretty much ignored Sephora up until that day. First I wandered around just looking at the space itself, then I took a few snaps. I had mixed emotions, swirling thoughts about the beauty industry and great bookshops going out of business. A feminist rant was going on inside my head, and then I went to test some perfumes. I had the perfumes all to myself, as the store was filled with tourist ladies and their teenaged daughters who were all mesmerized by lipsticks and bronzers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfume I tested that day was a unisex scent by Guerlain: Aqua Allegoria Herba Fresca. It has notes of grass, spearmint, and just a hint of lemony wildflowers. This scent, to me, also has notes of fresh air &amp; sunshine. I'm currently enclosed in an artificially heated space due to freezy winter temps, and it smells like a fresh breeze through a summer meadow. This is one many people would call a "summer scent" but it works very well year 'round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-618311837269610644?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/618311837269610644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/618311837269610644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-fifth-avenue.html' title='On Fifth Avenue'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcZQKMNYGWI/AAAAAAAAAT4/alxYtQP0r9g/s72-c/ScribnerBks_looks._1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-2546270162203070944</id><published>2010-11-25T19:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:21:43.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/TO79j3LfOKI/AAAAAAAAFK0/v8-COLj6L0U/s1600/tangled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/TO79j3LfOKI/AAAAAAAAFK0/v8-COLj6L0U/s400/tangled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543646983889041570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-2546270162203070944?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2546270162203070944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2546270162203070944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/TO79j3LfOKI/AAAAAAAAFK0/v8-COLj6L0U/s72-c/tangled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-384715691792758395</id><published>2010-10-29T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:30:06.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Habanita by Molinard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rb4u8cNYF9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/F53S1eGaOoE/s1600-h/bob_hab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rb4u8cNYF9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/F53S1eGaOoE/s400/bob_hab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025505850091378642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air was thick with clove, patchouli, cigarette and other forms of herbal vapor... I thought, "So, this is a Bob Dylan show."  --Chris Lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habanita by Molinard: 1921 (Inspired by dancers in Havana.)&lt;br /&gt;Head Notes:  Bergamot, Lavender, Juniper &lt;br /&gt;Heartnotes: *Mastic , Leather, Heliotrope, Peach, Turkish Rose,  Jasmine  &lt;br /&gt;Base: Amber, Vanilla, Patchouli, Musk, Tonka, Tobacco, Opopanax&lt;br /&gt;Habanita In Parfum form is exquisite: great sillage, just feminine enough, and intoxicating. Rich and smoky...it really defies description. Intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;*Mastic is a pleasant note;  lemony &amp; incense-like.&lt;br /&gt; In Greece, mastic is used to flavor sweets,make wine, and&lt;br /&gt; scent cookies and cakes. It also has medicinal uses. Mastic is&lt;br /&gt; a costly ingredient since the tree grows only on the&lt;br /&gt; Island of Chios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the lovely Molinard website: http://www.molinard.com/visite_gb.php&lt;br /&gt;Molinard was founded in 1849 in Grasse in Provence in the south of France, remaining an entirely family-run business (oldest in France) right through to the present day. Molinard originally manufactured Eaux de Fleurs (flower-scented waters) and Eau de Colognes that were then sold in its small store in the heart of town. Perfumery is a scientific art. An art mastered by the perfumer, who has a "palette" of between 5,000 to 6,000 different scents, each with its own individual note and personality. &lt;br /&gt;Molinard invented the Concreta: a solid perfume (without alcohol) which they sell in a beautiful gold compact. You can order directly from Molinard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-384715691792758395?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/384715691792758395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/384715691792758395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/01/habanita-by-molinard.html' title='Habanita by Molinard'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rb4u8cNYF9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/F53S1eGaOoE/s72-c/bob_hab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-2045785112597892950</id><published>2010-07-09T14:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:20:38.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Je Reviens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/TDdnbo_gkEI/AAAAAAAAFKc/1MbbemkqRXk/s1600/P1170472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/TDdnbo_gkEI/AAAAAAAAFKc/1MbbemkqRXk/s400/P1170472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491971995159531586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Fragrance:  Je Reviens &lt;br /&gt;1932 House of Worth&lt;br /&gt;It has head notes of Orange Blossom, Ylang Ylang, and Aldehydes. &lt;br /&gt;The heart of the perfume is a bouquet of Carnation, Jonquil and Violet. &lt;br /&gt;The foundation notes include Amber, Musk and Sandalwood.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-2045785112597892950?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2045785112597892950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2045785112597892950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2010/07/je-reviens.html' title='Je Reviens'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/TDdnbo_gkEI/AAAAAAAAFKc/1MbbemkqRXk/s72-c/P1170472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-5216032166265472519</id><published>2010-05-22T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:16:46.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S_f1TKchyfI/AAAAAAAAFKE/I08YiLR7q7k/s1600/P1070432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S_f1TKchyfI/AAAAAAAAFKE/I08YiLR7q7k/s400/P1070432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474113581662456306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S_f1SsYfzLI/AAAAAAAAFJ8/CF0h0yGR2HE/s1600/P1070433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S_f1SsYfzLI/AAAAAAAAFJ8/CF0h0yGR2HE/s400/P1070433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474113573592485042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-5216032166265472519?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5216032166265472519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5216032166265472519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S_f1TKchyfI/AAAAAAAAFKE/I08YiLR7q7k/s72-c/P1070432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-619304600454385293</id><published>2010-04-10T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:13:21.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJ9W2DNH-ZI/AAAAAAAADnk/gWhdC_wgXDs/s1600-h/Love+is+All.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJ9W2DNH-ZI/AAAAAAAADnk/gWhdC_wgXDs/s400/Love+is+All.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232996778601085330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Love is All by Guerlain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a special tribute to a particular group of people -- Let's all congratulate all the couples out there who love each other so much, who have found great joy in being together. Couples who have weathered storms, coming through them loving each other more than ever. To all the couples, together for a just few years or for many, who understand the power of true love. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They have lived it&lt;/span&gt;.) This post was inspired by some bloggers who are deeply in love, and have been in love with that very special someone for decades, and by my own sweet and remarkable better half. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Cheers!&lt;/span&gt; This is not to exclude those who are currently searching for that special someone, so don't feel badly, just join me in saluting those who have worked at coupledom and found it to be so worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJ9W2ttgJ7I/AAAAAAAADns/cdY-PW-P740/s1600-h/P1010241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJ9W2ttgJ7I/AAAAAAAADns/cdY-PW-P740/s400/P1010241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232996790011176882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All You Need is Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see John Lennon's face in the Kaleidoscope image? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”&lt;br /&gt;~ Lao Tzu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the energy of the Soul."&lt;br /&gt; ~ Zukov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Love is All by Guerlain is a light fresh romantic yet kittenish scent. Take it from a cat who was once a kitten! Mimosa and &lt;br /&gt;Orange blossom in a nice amber sandalwood base. No wonder my bottle is empty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-619304600454385293?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/619304600454385293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/619304600454385293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is-all.html' title='Love is All'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJ9W2DNH-ZI/AAAAAAAADnk/gWhdC_wgXDs/s72-c/Love+is+All.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8016157735134497271</id><published>2010-03-17T20:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:39:00.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Platine by Dana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S5RVnIXOi2I/AAAAAAAAFJs/ZRMfUERkh6Q/s1600-h/Platine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S5RVnIXOi2I/AAAAAAAAFJs/ZRMfUERkh6Q/s400/Platine.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446071980145937250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platine was soapy. I used to think of perfumes as either edible, soapy, or flowery when I was a kid. Not knowing how else to categorize them, I just had those 3 groups in my head. Then of course I had blends, such as the soapy floral... which was Platine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platine was meant to make women think of diamonds set in platinum  bands or the glamour of platinum blonde hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8016157735134497271?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8016157735134497271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8016157735134497271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2010/03/platine-by-dana.html' title='Platine by Dana'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S5RVnIXOi2I/AAAAAAAAFJs/ZRMfUERkh6Q/s72-c/Platine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-1227379800858439517</id><published>2010-03-16T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:53:42.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S5_huToqnpI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/HE1ZzXfOLTg/s1600-h/chanel+tangled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S5_huToqnpI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/HE1ZzXfOLTg/s400/chanel+tangled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449322259802660498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-1227379800858439517?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/1227379800858439517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/1227379800858439517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S5_huToqnpI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/HE1ZzXfOLTg/s72-c/chanel+tangled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-7927060496078573318</id><published>2010-03-07T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:38:49.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise her Anything ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S5RUBXmtKjI/AAAAAAAAFJk/quM9rOQQUns/s1600-h/Arpege.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S5RUBXmtKjI/AAAAAAAAFJk/quM9rOQQUns/s400/Arpege.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446070231890733618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...but give her Arpege. The women in the photographs are my aunts and if they were promised happiness they certainly didn't get it until they were out of their terrible marriages. Not everyone gets the romance promised in perfume ads. But in these photos they are all just starting out, hopeful and romantic, with no idea what was ahead. One is at her wedding with her Matron of Honor and the other is on the road during her honeymoon trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-7927060496078573318?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7927060496078573318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7927060496078573318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2010/03/promise-her-anything.html' title='Promise her Anything ...'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S5RUBXmtKjI/AAAAAAAAFJk/quM9rOQQUns/s72-c/Arpege.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-3940214831956432038</id><published>2010-02-26T12:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:00:47.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emeraude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S4gF0X4m0_I/AAAAAAAAFJc/P_RJ7ea7WFg/s1600-h/Tangled+Emeraude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S4gF0X4m0_I/AAAAAAAAFJc/P_RJ7ea7WFg/s400/Tangled+Emeraude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442606547000022002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amazingly this just recently opened old bottle of Emeraude (approx. 35 years old) smelled just like a new bottle purchased at a local drug store. Although the owners of the Emeraude formula changed, they managed to keep the scent. This speaks volumes for storing things in a cool, dark, dry place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a concert last summer, we were packed in tight. After John Mellencamp finished his set and before Bob Dylan came onstage, the woman sitting next to me asked me if I was wearing  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Emmerood&lt;/span&gt; Perfume. I said --"Well close, but it's Shalimar."  She said her mom used to wear both those perfumes and it made her feel very nostalgic for them. "Maybe I'll buy some." she murmured. Then she proceeded to get up to stretch her legs or whatever. At some point she accused a man at the end of the row of "groping" her as she passed by. The guy told her to F -off and worse, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; worse, really insulting her. His buddy joined in laughing at her and criticizing her weight and looks. (She was a nice looking woman in my opinion.) Indignant, she huffed off and returned with a security guard. At that point the two men (who seemed very drunk) and  the woman's boyfriend began shouting at each other and the security guard told them to all calm down or leave. From then on there were scuffles between the three men, a couple of nose to nose stare downs, many taunts and ugly insults, raised fists, poised for action, and so forth. It went on and on and it was silly until it turned into a real wrestling and punching match. Security guards came over and pulled the threesome out to give them a stern talking to. They returned after awhile, still muttering threats. All through Bob's set the woman next to me cried while her boyfriend was taunted by the two guys at the end of the row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the Emeraude / Shalimar connection. Emeraude was often referred to as the poor man's Shalimar, since some notes were very similar, and Emeraude was always very affordable and easy to find. (Today it's a bit harder to find, but still very affordable.) I hope they never stop making Emeraude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-3940214831956432038?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3940214831956432038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3940214831956432038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2010/02/emeraude.html' title='Emeraude'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S4gF0X4m0_I/AAAAAAAAFJc/P_RJ7ea7WFg/s72-c/Tangled+Emeraude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-7646105280794179577</id><published>2010-02-10T14:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:25:55.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S3MINtvbdcI/AAAAAAAAFJU/za2Y-3mDqbM/s1600-h/tangled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S3MINtvbdcI/AAAAAAAAFJU/za2Y-3mDqbM/s400/tangled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436698206876169666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-7646105280794179577?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7646105280794179577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7646105280794179577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S3MINtvbdcI/AAAAAAAAFJU/za2Y-3mDqbM/s72-c/tangled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-6647597398080247783</id><published>2010-02-08T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:47:43.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rcsuk98wssI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8yCiLCzJxsQ/s1600-h/bobangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rcsuk98wssI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8yCiLCzJxsQ/s400/bobangel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029164621528871618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-6647597398080247783?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6647597398080247783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6647597398080247783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/02/something-blue.html' title='Something Blue'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rcsuk98wssI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8yCiLCzJxsQ/s72-c/bobangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-466430144736843095</id><published>2010-01-17T03:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T03:36:55.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalimar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S1LMEtP3YvI/AAAAAAAAFJM/0PUjPXUPvMU/s1600-h/4279568335_d4eb7c8d55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S1LMEtP3YvI/AAAAAAAAFJM/0PUjPXUPvMU/s400/4279568335_d4eb7c8d55.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427624882172551922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-466430144736843095?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/466430144736843095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/466430144736843095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2010/01/shalimar.html' title='Shalimar'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/S1LMEtP3YvI/AAAAAAAAFJM/0PUjPXUPvMU/s72-c/4279568335_d4eb7c8d55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-433288367652775438</id><published>2009-11-14T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:55:00.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Labels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SvtPMqUQrHI/AAAAAAAAFJE/oT4iaRLbSR0/s1600-h/old+labels.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SvtPMqUQrHI/AAAAAAAAFJE/oT4iaRLbSR0/s320/old+labels.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402999256897334386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I looked closely at the old Prince Matchabelli Labels my aunt gave me ages ago. I remember beach combing as a kid, and creating make-believe gypsy patterans, little piles of shells, beach glass, &amp; whatever dross we found on the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-433288367652775438?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/433288367652775438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/433288367652775438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-labels.html' title='Old Labels'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SvtPMqUQrHI/AAAAAAAAFJE/oT4iaRLbSR0/s72-c/old+labels.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-5658679209549447609</id><published>2008-11-14T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:56:36.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SVakiMqN7QI/AAAAAAAAFCE/LbirpwDBclg/s1600-h/guerlain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SVakiMqN7QI/AAAAAAAAFCE/LbirpwDBclg/s400/guerlain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284592120186662146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-5658679209549447609?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5658679209549447609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5658679209549447609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/10/annual-blog-break.html' title='Blog Break'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SVakiMqN7QI/AAAAAAAAFCE/LbirpwDBclg/s72-c/guerlain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-4492316020089171526</id><published>2008-10-28T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:54:31.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RbzjO8NYF6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AVR2_y5wztE/s1600-h/moon2_horiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RbzjO8NYF6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AVR2_y5wztE/s400/moon2_horiz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025141130058536866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magical Moon Eau de Parfum  by Hanae Mori  2006&lt;br /&gt;Headnotes: Blooming Osmanthus Flower, Sugar Cane, Star Fruit&lt;br /&gt;Heartnotes:  China Rose, Orange Flowers, Guava Nectar&lt;br /&gt;Basenotes:  Patchouli, Incense, Sandalwood, Vanilla, Musk&lt;br /&gt;A very warm oriental fragrance. This is a romantic perfume that is both light and potent at the same time. It truly lives up to the name.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Conceived by master perfumers under a full moon in a garden of night-blooming flowers, its rich buds and blooms are harvested according to an ancient lunar calendar, blended in vats lined with blue moonstone, and bottled under a full moon." --Sephora.com&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;There is a scented valley in China, where Buddhist Monks planted  Osmanthus long ago. Today these groves of Osmanthus  perfume the air in the fall, during the Moon Festival. The gentle rains are fragrant and petals float down on a scented breeze. Moon cakes are made for the festival, using flavoring from the Osmanthus. The flowers are also used to make tea, jam, sweets, wine and liqueurs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-4492316020089171526?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4492316020089171526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4492316020089171526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/01/magical-moon.html' title='Magical Moon'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RbzjO8NYF6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AVR2_y5wztE/s72-c/moon2_horiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-6580716597422218149</id><published>2008-10-09T11:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:58:18.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SO4eQ77QIsI/AAAAAAAAD1U/PAFztWfzGrY/s1600-h/L1130208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SO4eQ77QIsI/AAAAAAAAD1U/PAFztWfzGrY/s400/L1130208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255171091500901058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From Spain. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maja&lt;/span&gt;. Eau de Toilette, pretty mild. spicy and a little soapy. nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-6580716597422218149?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6580716597422218149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6580716597422218149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/10/eddy-is-back.html' title='Maja'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SO4eQ77QIsI/AAAAAAAAD1U/PAFztWfzGrY/s72-c/L1130208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-6590493888776732920</id><published>2008-09-30T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:23:04.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Essentielle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RfRUsezX6rI/AAAAAAAAAvc/HWrLu5EL-p8/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RfRUsezX6rI/AAAAAAAAAvc/HWrLu5EL-p8/s400/roses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040747006093945522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. Theresa of Lisieux (The Little Flower) is the Patroness of florists, pilots, and of France. (possibly because she was French, flew around in the sky, and smelled like roses even though she wore no perfumes) In "The Dharma Bums" a novel by Jack Kerouac, a hobo tells a young man about St. Theresa and how she promised to shower the earth with roses from heaven, forever, for all living creatures. She did a good job showering my yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose Essentielle by Bulgari is a true rose scent, light but enduring, and it smells like the roses in my yard. (pictured here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-6590493888776732920?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6590493888776732920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6590493888776732920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/03/rose-essentielle.html' title='Rose Essentielle'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RfRUsezX6rI/AAAAAAAAAvc/HWrLu5EL-p8/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-4575098416034291179</id><published>2008-09-29T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:37:18.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddy's Perfume Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SOEBeB8hhtI/AAAAAAAADxc/T0ow76bBQC4/s1600-h/L1110853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SOEBeB8hhtI/AAAAAAAADxc/T0ow76bBQC4/s400/L1110853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251480255920703186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eddy has been with us for 90 days now, and his warranty has expired. Time for him to earn his keep helping Ched review scents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SOEBedS_JBI/AAAAAAAADxk/cU5AAMz40So/s1600-h/L1130113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SOEBedS_JBI/AAAAAAAADxk/cU5AAMz40So/s400/L1130113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251480263262675986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iris Ganache by Guerlain. This (if properly applied) is a light warm scent. Iris butter blended with patchouli and cinnamon makes it both spicy and gourmand. Lightly sweet unless you pour it on. (Why is it that excitable humans tend to overdo it?) I suppose you humans think more is better. Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-4575098416034291179?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4575098416034291179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4575098416034291179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/09/eddys-perfume-review.html' title='Eddy&apos;s Perfume Review'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SOEBeB8hhtI/AAAAAAAADxc/T0ow76bBQC4/s72-c/L1110853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-380057601911135131</id><published>2008-09-27T00:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:18:12.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maeve Brennan Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIU2yi-RTNI/AAAAAAAADeA/DQcyL_yEOvU/s1600-h/brennan,+maeve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIU2yi-RTNI/AAAAAAAADeA/DQcyL_yEOvU/s400/brennan,+maeve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225643184642673874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was thrilled when Maeve's stories were collected and reprinted. I have been a fan of hers for many years. I've mentioned her in at least 4 blog posts, like &lt;a href="http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/search?q=maeve+brennan+rose"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her death, Maeve Brennan was called a genius. In life she was loved by her many friends. Angela Bourke, Maeve's biographer described her office  at the New Yorker: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Glass panels in the metal door dribbled light into the corridor of Sleepy Hollow, but Maeve worked with her door open, and instead of the dreary cells the men tolerated, her little office became a bright and fragrant space, where she would sit behind her typewriter, wearing enormous reading glasses. She smoked constantly, but so did everybody else, and Maeve wore Russian Leather perfume that wafted along the corridors and gathered in her room. She brought in potted plants, had the walls painted white, the ceiling Wedgwood blue&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHD27BmS7SI/AAAAAAAADXY/46k-BYDBAnc/s1600-h/maeve+russian+leather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHD27BmS7SI/AAAAAAAADXY/46k-BYDBAnc/s400/maeve+russian+leather.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219943462024178978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They no longer use the same formula for Russian Leather, the new scent smells very similar, but toned down. The original had more Pizzazz -- the word &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pizzazz&lt;/span&gt; was coined by Diana Vreeland, editor of Harper's Bazaar, (where Maeve once worked.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-380057601911135131?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/380057601911135131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/380057601911135131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/maeve-brennan-again.html' title='Maeve Brennan Again'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIU2yi-RTNI/AAAAAAAADeA/DQcyL_yEOvU/s72-c/brennan,+maeve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-2773927545666011506</id><published>2008-09-24T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:09:47.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariella Burani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rbo1IMNYF3I/AAAAAAAAANo/b-YkcD428hM/s1600-h/DCP_0019_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rbo1IMNYF3I/AAAAAAAAANo/b-YkcD428hM/s200/DCP_0019_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024386749117765490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to thoroughly test Mariella Burani products since I found a perfume shop that had several gift sets and bottles. They were using one of the gift sets as a tester. The perfume itself smells like something that was created long ago, something that  only  Mrs. Gottrocks could afford to wear. It smells expensive and tres chic. Wearing Mariella Burani might forever ruin some of the classics for you, as it feels warmer, richer, and you'd reach for it instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avin ( the SA pictured)  was captivated by it. for her it held some memory of a scent, a favorite place, ( so real it evoked strong emotion, yet she could not place it.)  For me it is the best of all the classic Aldehydic scents, each note captured perfectly. The strong citrus and aldehydes at the top, the violets and roses blooming in the heart, with unusual notes chiming in. It is a masterpiece that is still available online and in some shops. Warning: For evening wear only unless you are a daring femme fatale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariella  Burani 1992&lt;br /&gt;Head: Bergamot, Mandarin, Orange, Grapefruit, Lemon, Aldehydes&lt;br /&gt;Heart: Rose, Violet,  Ylang, Ylang, Peach, Iris, Lily, &lt;br /&gt;Geranium, Coconut, Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;Base: Cedar, Balsam, Sandalwood, Vetiver, Vanilla, Musk, Oakwood, Tolu, Styrax,  Labdanum, Castoreum, Benzoin.&lt;br /&gt;A Powerful, deeply satisfying,  classic  yet sultry evening scent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-2773927545666011506?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2773927545666011506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2773927545666011506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/01/mariella-burani.html' title='Mariella Burani'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rbo1IMNYF3I/AAAAAAAAANo/b-YkcD428hM/s72-c/DCP_0019_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-377961856609445439</id><published>2008-09-19T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:01:20.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Donovan does Guerlain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcIx28NYGLI/AAAAAAAAARs/WQ02cBW2rWs/s1600-h/bobdonperf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcIx28NYGLI/AAAAAAAAARs/WQ02cBW2rWs/s400/bobdonperf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026634954043824306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan: Wait, Bob! Before you fire up a ciggie, try my truly gorgeous new 'fume!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-377961856609445439?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/377961856609445439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/377961856609445439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/02/donovan-does-guerlain.html' title='Donovan does Guerlain'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcIx28NYGLI/AAAAAAAAARs/WQ02cBW2rWs/s72-c/bobdonperf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-1174613550634551319</id><published>2008-09-17T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:32:35.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thierry Wasser at Guerlain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SLNEI1ltU4I/AAAAAAAADrI/6Vk0PhenLLc/s1600-h/Jean+Paul+Guerlain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SLNEI1ltU4I/AAAAAAAADrI/6Vk0PhenLLc/s400/Jean+Paul+Guerlain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238605710176899970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thierry Wasser (seen here with Jean Paul Guerlain) was born near Lake Geneva in Switzerland. Obsessed with botany and earth science as a child, he received his degree in Botany at age twenty. Four years later  Wasser was a Junior Perfumer with a degree from Givaudan. If you've tried Dior's Addict or Lancome's Hypnose, you've experienced the creativity of Thierry Wasser who is now the head perfumer at Guerlain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasser is the nose behind 2007's Quand Vient La Pluie,  (bergamot, heliotrope, violet, jasmine; patchouli leaves, praline note, white musk, herbs, woods.) and Iris Ganache (bergamot, vanilla, cinnamon, and iris butter in a patchouli base.) Both are excellent~ elegant yet modern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-1174613550634551319?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/1174613550634551319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/1174613550634551319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/thierry-wasser-at-guerlain.html' title='Thierry Wasser at Guerlain'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SLNEI1ltU4I/AAAAAAAADrI/6Vk0PhenLLc/s72-c/Jean+Paul+Guerlain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-2689703258187119114</id><published>2008-09-16T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:44:32.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelique Noire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RdZbzd8wtMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/z9CX6BKQj_w/s1600-h/DCP_0006_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RdZbzd8wtMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/z9CX6BKQj_w/s320/DCP_0006_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032310573404042434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I was reading a post at Merle Sneed's&lt;br /&gt; blog. I thought, hmmm... Sneed's  blog smells really good. &lt;br /&gt;Then I realized it was the Angelique Noire I had put on this morning. I went out to get a haircut, and afterwards as I was &lt;br /&gt;walking to the liquor store I thought...this haircut smells so good. Then I realized it was the Angelique Noire. This kept happening to me all day. I thought the perfume had faded, but it kept wafting back, probably due in part  to my incredibly warm, soft skin. &lt;br /&gt;( I am a bit tipsy as I write this )  &lt;br /&gt;Angelique Noire is a dark angel, a mysterious blend of notes &lt;br /&gt;that always surprises me when I wear it. Always.&lt;br /&gt;Perfumer: Danièle Andrier&lt;br /&gt;Some of the notes are Angelica, Bergamot, Spices, &lt;br /&gt;Almond Wood, and the famous Guerlain Vanilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-2689703258187119114?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2689703258187119114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2689703258187119114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/02/angelique-noir.html' title='Angelique Noire'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RdZbzd8wtMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/z9CX6BKQj_w/s72-c/DCP_0006_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8316859220558595174</id><published>2008-09-10T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:39:37.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossamer and Kirsch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RaVyp8NYFHI/AAAAAAAAACs/udolaCabkPM/s1600-h/BothRLovable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RaVyp8NYFHI/AAAAAAAAACs/udolaCabkPM/s400/BothRLovable.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018543424636720242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossamer was hard to love. At first he scared me the same way he scared Bugs Bunny. Then I liked him just a little, then I felt he was endearing &amp; sweet, or he tried to be sweet. This reminded me of his perfume look-alike that smells like Cherry Liqueur.  I wasn't so sure about that at first either. But I came to accept Delices De Cartier just as I had accepted Gossamer. They are both lovable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Photo of Gossamer with his hair in TNT curlers at Bugs Bunny's beauty salon.&lt;br /&gt;This was JUST before his head exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unlike cherry liqueurs and many 'cherry brandies', Kirschwasser is not sweet. The best Kirsch  has  a highly refined taste with subtle flavors of morello cherry and a slight bitterness from the stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Brandy is much sweeter and not as nice to drink. The fact that Delices de Cartier smells like a tart cherry Kirsch rather than cherry brandy or cherry candy/ cough drops is what makes it a worthwhile perfume. It will not bring to mind candy or cough syrup, but  it is a very boozy scent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8316859220558595174?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8316859220558595174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8316859220558595174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/01/gossamer.html' title='Gossamer and Kirsch'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RaVyp8NYFHI/AAAAAAAAACs/udolaCabkPM/s72-c/BothRLovable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-322609691705605446</id><published>2008-09-06T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:16:26.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan in Houndstooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Re3KMU-urUI/AAAAAAAAArY/-JJqlRWPQYY/s1600-h/DCP_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Re3KMU-urUI/AAAAAAAAArY/-JJqlRWPQYY/s320/DCP_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038905871236508994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't display perfume bottles until they are empty. While removing the metal cap and plastic tubing, I finally noticed the houndstooth design on the bottom of the Miss Dior Cherie Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Re3Js0-urTI/AAAAAAAAArQ/8_a3MlDMwE4/s1600-h/DCP_0023_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Re3Js0-urTI/AAAAAAAAArQ/8_a3MlDMwE4/s320/DCP_0023_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038905330070629682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used this perfume all summer and never noticed the pattern etched on bottom of the bottle.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Re3JEk-urSI/AAAAAAAAArI/ZKE8MMaA2yU/s1600-h/bobpiano66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Re3JEk-urSI/AAAAAAAAArI/ZKE8MMaA2yU/s320/bobpiano66.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038904638580895010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've wanted to do a post on the sculptors who design perfume bottles for awhile, but the pattern got me thinking about clothing designers who also decide to make perfumes. Some, like Dior and Chanel, create classics and some use the cheapest chemicals possible to make a fast buck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seeing the houndstooth pattern made me think about Dylan's transformation from his old Folksinger clothing to Mod suits. It wasn't a shocking, sudden transformation, but over a five year period he goes from shabby to sharp, from hobo to hipster. Still some people are offended by the changes in his musical and personal style and hate him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 17, 1966, Bob Dylan stands on an English stage, wearing a fitted houndstooth suit and pointed boots in front of a 5 piece band with his fender stratocaster, playing rock and roll. There are boos and catcalls from the audience, as some feel he has sold out by "going electric"  and finally, just before the last number, someone in the audience screams  "Judas!" at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think even the 'very resistant to change' are transformed, even if it is only a slight change of thought, or for some, maybe not much more than a new haircut. But I can't imagine anyone wanting to be the same person they were a decade ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A worried man with a worried mind&lt;br /&gt;No one in front of me and nothing behind&lt;br /&gt;There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne&lt;br /&gt;Got white skin, got assassin's eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies&lt;br /&gt;I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose&lt;br /&gt;Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose&lt;br /&gt;People are crazy and times are strange&lt;br /&gt;I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range&lt;br /&gt;I used to care, but things have changed."&lt;br /&gt;                   --Bob Dylan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-322609691705605446?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/322609691705605446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/322609691705605446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/03/bob-dylan-in-houndstooth.html' title='Bob Dylan in Houndstooth'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Re3KMU-urUI/AAAAAAAAArY/-JJqlRWPQYY/s72-c/DCP_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-3183520822292534895</id><published>2008-09-06T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:30:28.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post for Victor Tabbycat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SMHhQv59DcI/AAAAAAAADr4/hLgFQnzxy7g/s1600-h/L1080316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SMHhQv59DcI/AAAAAAAADr4/hLgFQnzxy7g/s400/L1080316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242719119089667522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that September is here, it's time to start sampling some scents. I chose &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sensual Amber by The Bath &amp; Body Works &lt;/span&gt;because it's a warm, rich amber, perfect to have on hand for that first chilly day. The head notes contain a bit of fruit, so it seems sweet at first, but that doesn't last long. The woodsy soul of the scent make this a joy to wear, and at under twenty dollars, it's a bargain. It smells as good and lasts as long as similar scents that cost three times more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2293a52385a6b645" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2293a52385a6b645%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D2D28E8E32B2C7576576E189DF47A700C29A049.1DB9C7F3F67E7D1AE17A5FEB956AB9A46B77BF29%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2293a52385a6b645%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd3WuVT-cuBR8m9SMyydEtSDxPCk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2293a52385a6b645%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D2D28E8E32B2C7576576E189DF47A700C29A049.1DB9C7F3F67E7D1AE17A5FEB956AB9A46B77BF29%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2293a52385a6b645%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd3WuVT-cuBR8m9SMyydEtSDxPCk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Victor Tabbycat, this film is a look at a Starling who crashes a party. The Starling didn't follow direction very well, though, he had an attitude, came in late and dropped some of the big crumb he was supposed to walk off with, plus he  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;flew in&lt;/span&gt; when he was supposed to walk in. He refused to do a re-shoot. Typical. Everyone knows how frustrating these birds can be. Why do you think they call it '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;flipping the bird&lt;/span&gt;' ? Exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-3183520822292534895?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2293a52385a6b645&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3183520822292534895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3183520822292534895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-for-victor-tabbycat.html' title='A Post for Victor Tabbycat'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SMHhQv59DcI/AAAAAAAADr4/hLgFQnzxy7g/s72-c/L1080316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-2225749865458725988</id><published>2008-09-02T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:48:53.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insolence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcOHeMNYGMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8WFfmjcj7ok/s1600-h/swank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcOHeMNYGMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8WFfmjcj7ok/s200/swank.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027010561818761410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcOHecNYGNI/AAAAAAAAASA/aYEVX2NL-CI/s1600-h/greatbottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcOHecNYGNI/AAAAAAAAASA/aYEVX2NL-CI/s200/greatbottle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027010566113728722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insolence by Guerlain 2006 &lt;br /&gt;Perfumer: Maurice Roucel &lt;br /&gt;Bottle design: Serge Mansau&lt;br /&gt;Notes of violets, iris, and berries.&lt;br /&gt;For casual wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-2225749865458725988?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2225749865458725988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2225749865458725988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/02/insolence.html' title='Insolence'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RcOHeMNYGMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8WFfmjcj7ok/s72-c/swank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8773088475201369730</id><published>2008-09-02T06:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:09:44.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jardin for Marguerite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SLx6a1rgTAI/AAAAAAAADrc/zFcFdYJ9Rd0/s1600-h/L1070688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SLx6a1rgTAI/AAAAAAAADrc/zFcFdYJ9Rd0/s400/L1070688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241198667857153026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The path to Marguerite's jardin? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-68ae0b2723d83a39" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D68ae0b2723d83a39%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C0510845FC6E3516CBB6C7C47F22FC65003BECE.BC3CFC70FB5D0D59FC00B9ECE6B8BC6B8939D50%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D68ae0b2723d83a39%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0fLBI7F1gfwmuXGGMVmLmWvvXjk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D68ae0b2723d83a39%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C0510845FC6E3516CBB6C7C47F22FC65003BECE.BC3CFC70FB5D0D59FC00B9ECE6B8BC6B8939D50%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D68ae0b2723d83a39%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0fLBI7F1gfwmuXGGMVmLmWvvXjk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for Marguerite, who has a very inspiring garden. This was made for Marguerite on a sultry day in a weedy garden, not one as well tended as Marguerite's own jardin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always amazed at how blogger shrinks down my movies and blurs them. (sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8773088475201369730?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=68ae0b2723d83a39&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8773088475201369730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8773088475201369730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/09/jardin-for-marguerite.html' title='Jardin for Marguerite'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SLx6a1rgTAI/AAAAAAAADrc/zFcFdYJ9Rd0/s72-c/L1070688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-7258128222375701138</id><published>2008-08-27T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:42:26.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Benches</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-20781fd34330ca10" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D20781fd34330ca10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D236E4FCC706E931175492246098F7B962EDEC3FC.6C0E6C8D0D0BAA1B0A846F16471C1D17133B5E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20781fd34330ca10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_D_dfB9ArFIfnP688WsHGhXcttk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D20781fd34330ca10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D236E4FCC706E931175492246098F7B962EDEC3FC.6C0E6C8D0D0BAA1B0A846F16471C1D17133B5E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20781fd34330ca10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_D_dfB9ArFIfnP688WsHGhXcttk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIZP5j-oHjI/AAAAAAAADeo/-kC_tE9K1uM/s1600-h/DCP_6228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIZP5j-oHjI/AAAAAAAADeo/-kC_tE9K1uM/s400/DCP_6228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225952267939094066"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bal a Versailles&lt;/span&gt; (Jean Desprez 1962) To me this scent is a rosier but murkier copy of  L'Heure Bleue-- but that's just how it feels on my skin. It works better in cold or rainy weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-7258128222375701138?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=20781fd34330ca10&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7258128222375701138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7258128222375701138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/benches.html' title='Benches'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIZP5j-oHjI/AAAAAAAADeo/-kC_tE9K1uM/s72-c/DCP_6228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-5201753489163564850</id><published>2008-08-25T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:36:46.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man in the Red Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-658ea1ae36df9bf8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D658ea1ae36df9bf8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62638248604699EF224B866C2A726D1A68E7FC2C.603E427FC27228AC57262D925E445A94ABF754F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D658ea1ae36df9bf8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCFsUlFC2eZUeVRHvTVer06ioVzU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D658ea1ae36df9bf8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62638248604699EF224B866C2A726D1A68E7FC2C.603E427FC27228AC57262D925E445A94ABF754F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D658ea1ae36df9bf8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCFsUlFC2eZUeVRHvTVer06ioVzU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my blogger buddy Mickey Blackcat went to the mall, he'd head straight for the man in the red hat and apron. Thanks for being a good friend, Mickey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-5201753489163564850?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=658ea1ae36df9bf8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5201753489163564850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5201753489163564850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-in-red-hat.html' title='Man in the Red Hat'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-5141617300164060177</id><published>2008-08-23T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:41.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Summer Sizzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SDR7Af1gGSI/AAAAAAAADE8/w3IVQr1H87Y/s1600-h/DCP_5826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SDR7Af1gGSI/AAAAAAAADE8/w3IVQr1H87Y/s400/DCP_5826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202918717995882786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel sad that these men have to wear suits and ties all summer. It would be fun if suddenly it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; fashion for men to dress like the late Steve Irwin to work in NYC on hot humid days. Those little shorts and the cute hat. After all, it is a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKthRSPp73I/AAAAAAAADqI/5u0UJR_QMG4/s1600-h/L1050160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKthRSPp73I/AAAAAAAADqI/5u0UJR_QMG4/s400/L1050160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236385941331505010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something intoxicating about wearing a big  floral on a sultry summer night. Applied correctly, (and worn with a skimpy sun dress) it can be really effective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jardins de Bagatelle by Guerlain is a prime example of something that really works on a tropical night. &lt;br /&gt;Head: bergamot&lt;br /&gt;Heart: jasmine, gardenia, tuberose, &lt;br /&gt;Soul: woody notes&lt;br /&gt;A graceful scent for those who enjoy ultra feminine florals. It is as sheer as a strong floral can be considering the  tuberose gardenia combination. The famous Guerlain jasmine seems to calm this potion down just enough. Starting out sweet and emphatic, it becomes much more refreshing and delicate as it settles down about 30 minutes after application. It will last all evening. It would be almost&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Southern Belle&lt;/span&gt; except that it is thoroughly French.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-5141617300164060177?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5141617300164060177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5141617300164060177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-hot.html' title='When Summer Sizzles'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80b5d353c890b0ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63EAE3D7ABD5D0182A7D70CEF254A91FF297F5BD.7FECF8D464DB5FA72DFCC05226D23B1192304EA8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80b5d353c890b0ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnCDnLCwmS7F7MhKO8YpCgcijY44&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is dedicated to Jenny Ha Ha of Flaw and Disorder, who has been blogging a lot less because she had a baby (a daughter) this summer. This film is a toast to Jenn &amp; Ironman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8613983526669766573?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=80b5d353c890b0ef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8613983526669766573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8613983526669766573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-3386953165385297631</id><published>2008-08-19T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:28:48.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Unremarkable Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNLQfTJK7vI/AAAAAAAADug/qNhYVx06z9g/s1600-h/L1100978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNLQfTJK7vI/AAAAAAAADug/qNhYVx06z9g/s400/L1100978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247485751973310194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Like many other people, I'm right handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNLH5N_QmOI/AAAAAAAADuA/uV7sesyx3pg/s1600-h/L1070734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNLH5N_QmOI/AAAAAAAADuA/uV7sesyx3pg/s400/L1070734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247476301661509858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Like many other people, I know how to send an e mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNLH55S_pJI/AAAAAAAADuI/cwYEE90dCFc/s1600-h/L1070584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNLH55S_pJI/AAAAAAAADuI/cwYEE90dCFc/s400/L1070584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247476313287009426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Like many other people, I feel that maraschino cherries are more decorative than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNLH6OLpFQI/AAAAAAAADuQ/9-eWM12W1EE/s1600-h/L1100730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNLH6OLpFQI/AAAAAAAADuQ/9-eWM12W1EE/s400/L1100730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247476318893315330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Like many other people, I enjoy being near bodies of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNQTfKC-bXI/AAAAAAAADuw/qPy1kXAfVv4/s1600-h/DCP_8895_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNQTfKC-bXI/AAAAAAAADuw/qPy1kXAfVv4/s400/DCP_8895_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247840891787177330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Like many people I appreciate that Bob Dylan has talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNLH6aLDRrI/AAAAAAAADuY/UIO5uh4B1GM/s1600-h/L1100959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNLH6aLDRrI/AAAAAAAADuY/UIO5uh4B1GM/s400/L1100959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247476322112063154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Like many other people, I buy food to take home and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a tag from &lt;a href="http://splintering.blogspot.com/"&gt;Possum&lt;/a&gt;, and I'll pass the tag to six other people: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Post six unremarkable things about yourself.&lt;/span&gt; Appreciate the ordinary! &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://mercurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mercury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://merlesneed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Merle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://mousemedicine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://megancahalan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://millermayhem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Mayhem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://jardin-de-marguerite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marguerite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'd love to know all of your truly unremarkable bits, so EvErYoNe is tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-3386953165385297631?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3386953165385297631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3386953165385297631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/09/six-unremarkable-things-about-me.html' title='Six Unremarkable Things About Me'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNLQfTJK7vI/AAAAAAAADug/qNhYVx06z9g/s72-c/L1100978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8889499061297486158</id><published>2008-08-18T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:15:01.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardware: A Short Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2f91d829116bd14" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2f91d829116bd14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCA021439E12763DE9847DF71F21C03B5E03375A.3E2F9E832E322D4CA4BA3FAD986D1950468C4630%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2f91d829116bd14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dq3lziw3rCgD5Ijyw2kB7W63UapQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2f91d829116bd14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCA021439E12763DE9847DF71F21C03B5E03375A.3E2F9E832E322D4CA4BA3FAD986D1950468C4630%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2f91d829116bd14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dq3lziw3rCgD5Ijyw2kB7W63UapQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to create a short film for each of my blogger commenters, and first up is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hardware&lt;/span&gt;, a film dedicated to Merle Sneed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No film will exceed 30 seconds, and most will be 15 seconds or shorter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a sort of Film Festival, with each film inspired by some blogger out there, who has touched my life and expanded my mind. Thanking you all in advance for the inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8889499061297486158?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f2f91d829116bd14&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8889499061297486158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8889499061297486158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/hardware-short-film.html' title='Hardware: A Short Film'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8734339202518313399</id><published>2008-08-16T04:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:56:27.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKbEd-GolXI/AAAAAAAADpI/3feyMe___qQ/s1600-h/watching+a+movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKbEd-GolXI/AAAAAAAADpI/3feyMe___qQ/s400/watching+a+movie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235087636030854514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am spending another Saturday morning watching  an old movie on TV. More than 150 channels and all I watch is one old movie channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKbEdw3bLxI/AAAAAAAADpQ/TQepJJ-4Ulk/s1600-h/ched+movie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKbEdw3bLxI/AAAAAAAADpQ/TQepJJ-4Ulk/s400/ched+movie+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235087632477400850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm about to cancel cable, and just get old movies from the library ~ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKbEeDnf9HI/AAAAAAAADpY/uBswNWJDBNU/s1600-h/jello+parfaits%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKbEeDnf9HI/AAAAAAAADpY/uBswNWJDBNU/s400/jello+parfaits%3F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235087637510878322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What are Joseph Cotton and Claudette Colbert eating in this scene? It was dessert, and it wiggled. Could it be jello???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8734339202518313399?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8734339202518313399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8734339202518313399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-me.html' title='This is Me'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKbEd-GolXI/AAAAAAAADpI/3feyMe___qQ/s72-c/watching+a+movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-7067816047507659269</id><published>2008-08-14T00:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T06:18:06.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairbrush</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5939de6024c5cd1f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5939de6024c5cd1f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D664379698841726E8BD8D55573D4E8B59661A121.686DB3D89D7BEC760D63137068C0D334A002CCFD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5939de6024c5cd1f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8lpGS9d_Yz7nhr-nYEG1B7hPuRo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5939de6024c5cd1f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D664379698841726E8BD8D55573D4E8B59661A121.686DB3D89D7BEC760D63137068C0D334A002CCFD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5939de6024c5cd1f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8lpGS9d_Yz7nhr-nYEG1B7hPuRo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my hairbrush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKQFJiE6Q2I/AAAAAAAADog/6ByRSJ3O9QU/s1600-h/hold+bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKQFJiE6Q2I/AAAAAAAADog/6ByRSJ3O9QU/s400/hold+bob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234314328235721570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone gave me this ages ago--it always make me think how hard it would be to curl your hair by this method. And tedious. Lucky I never suffered from curl envy... curling irons, hot rollers, all of the modern methods are a turn off too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~There is a perfume called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Clean Hair Smell &lt;/span&gt;by SmellThis. It's based on the smell of shampoo and apples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-7067816047507659269?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5939de6024c5cd1f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7067816047507659269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7067816047507659269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/hairbrush.html' title='Hairbrush'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKQFJiE6Q2I/AAAAAAAADog/6ByRSJ3O9QU/s72-c/hold+bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-3644447185979725817</id><published>2008-08-13T00:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:44.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wayfarers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKJniPhcuqI/AAAAAAAADoY/q5iG2xXKNxw/s1600-h/DCP_8533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKJniPhcuqI/AAAAAAAADoY/q5iG2xXKNxw/s400/DCP_8533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233859554937977506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When &lt;a href="http://lettuce-eating.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lettuce&lt;/a&gt; visited, we sometimes spent most of the day walking and taking pictures. I took this one in Manhattan when we were on our way to meet &lt;a href="http://shadowsteve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt;. These carefree times were the highlight of my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKJnZLRM2zI/AAAAAAAADoQ/-AS-XEuQLWc/s1600-h/L1020866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKJnZLRM2zI/AAAAAAAADoQ/-AS-XEuQLWc/s400/L1020866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233859399177263922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days later Lettuce and I hit thrift shops where I found this old photo of an elegant man standing next to his car. This was probably &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;everyday elegance&lt;/span&gt; back then. (My parents always looked pretty spiffy and I liked that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SDS8Vv1gGUI/AAAAAAAADFM/Hp3U9lP4tMo/s1600-h/DCP_7876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SDS8Vv1gGUI/AAAAAAAADFM/Hp3U9lP4tMo/s400/DCP_7876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202990551323908418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our wanderings took us into an offbeat drug store where they had an odd selection of old classic perfumes and a fresh tester of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vol de Nuit&lt;/span&gt;. I sampled a bit, knowing I already liked it, but it's always nice to get something that smells real good, for free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vol de Nuit (1933 Jacques Guerlain) &lt;br /&gt;Head notes of bergamot and petitgrain&lt;br /&gt;Heart notes of jasmine, daffodil, and spices&lt;br /&gt;Soul notes of  rare woods, forest notes, amber and vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Third photo: Ched with his Guerlain Encyclopedia. (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-3644447185979725817?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3644447185979725817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3644447185979725817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/wayfarers.html' title='Wayfarers'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKJniPhcuqI/AAAAAAAADoY/q5iG2xXKNxw/s72-c/DCP_8533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-7649974870863771852</id><published>2008-08-11T16:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:54:25.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragonfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKDIi_Iud8I/AAAAAAAADn0/CxqrwepEG3U/s1600-h/dragonfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKDIi_Iud8I/AAAAAAAADn0/CxqrwepEG3U/s400/dragonfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233403270393657282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I see a lot of dragonflies in the Hudson River Valley and Catskill region, but this one was more meaningful than most. (Click on photos to enlarge) In some cultures the dragonfly represents swiftness or happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I was driving along and decided on a whim to stop in a rather deserted place to take pictures. A place that was busy a decade ago, but abandoned now. It was a silent place, and it was one of those perfect weather days, just made for rambling around, so I thought why not stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and take a closer look&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKDIj2xnhzI/AAAAAAAADn8/mDoeDHNP_rI/s1600-h/apollo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKDIj2xnhzI/AAAAAAAADn8/mDoeDHNP_rI/s400/apollo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233403285329119026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dragonfly was visiting the little oasis in this picture-- &lt;br /&gt;I was very surprised to find this! (You really have to enlarge the photo to get the full effect.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature decided it was time to reclaim a bit of what man made and then abandoned, a parking lot and a strip mall in Monticello, New York. In what seems to be not much more than a deep puddle, she grew cattails and other water loving plants that attracted the dragonfly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's not surprising that the dragonfly also symbolizes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;renewal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-7649974870863771852?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7649974870863771852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7649974870863771852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/dragonfly.html' title='Dragonfly'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SKDIi_Iud8I/AAAAAAAADn0/CxqrwepEG3U/s72-c/dragonfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-4256638160048512863</id><published>2008-08-09T00:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:00:01.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJz1Nf7jOyI/AAAAAAAADnE/1EMA9u2cEps/s1600-h/You+like+cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJz1Nf7jOyI/AAAAAAAADnE/1EMA9u2cEps/s400/You+like+cats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232326479356050210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ched (circa 2006) "We're running low on Fritos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJz1N6ItG3I/AAAAAAAADnM/XtU1N3vrWj0/s1600-h/bronze+shali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJz1N6ItG3I/AAAAAAAADnM/XtU1N3vrWj0/s400/bronze+shali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232326486390545266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the last few weeks I've been wearing Shalimar. Summer is a tough time to sample scents for many reasons. (they don't last in hot weather, we're busier in summer, we're swimming, traveling, we need to simplify, scent-wise.) Some of those big ass florals really attract bugs, too. But Shalimar has enough citrus &amp; smoke to ward off bugs. Bugs seem to hate bergamot. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJz1OKWQohI/AAAAAAAADnU/IFrlG6T2MjI/s1600-h/Mitsou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJz1OKWQohI/AAAAAAAADnU/IFrlG6T2MjI/s400/Mitsou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232326490742366738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last month I wore Mitsouko a lot. I switched from the heavy perfume to the lighter, peachier EdT. Nice for summer nights. It seems when I get bored with perfumes, I just go back to basics. A nice vacation from sampling, just savoring an old reliable favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Shall Be Released by Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say everything can be replaced&lt;br /&gt;They say  every distance is not near&lt;br /&gt;So I remember every face&lt;br /&gt;Of every man who put me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my light come shining&lt;br /&gt;From the west unto the east&lt;br /&gt;Any day now, any day now,&lt;br /&gt;I shall be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say every man needs protection&lt;br /&gt;They say every man must fall&lt;br /&gt;So I swear I see my reflection&lt;br /&gt;Someplace so high above this wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my light come shining&lt;br /&gt;from the west  unto the east&lt;br /&gt;Any day now, any day now,&lt;br /&gt;I shall be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing next to me in this lonely crowd&lt;br /&gt;Is a man who swears he's not to blame&lt;br /&gt;All day long I hear him shout so loud&lt;br /&gt;Crying out that he was framed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my light come shining&lt;br /&gt;from the west unto the east&lt;br /&gt;Any day now, any day now,&lt;br /&gt;I shall be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy Hyndes covers this song wonderfully.  go to Youtube:&lt;br /&gt; ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YSoDaTcH8g ) &lt;br /&gt;if you're interested in seeing / hearing her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-4256638160048512863?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4256638160048512863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4256638160048512863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-cat.html' title='I am a Cat'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJz1Nf7jOyI/AAAAAAAADnE/1EMA9u2cEps/s72-c/You+like+cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-5706994158777477858</id><published>2008-08-08T00:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:34:07.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Away Home: Sky Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJo4yQ9G1SI/AAAAAAAADms/ZFFMboJOg1c/s1600-h/Bethel+geese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJo4yQ9G1SI/AAAAAAAADms/ZFFMboJOg1c/s400/Bethel+geese.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231556353340134690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking across a parking lot with &lt;a href="http://lettuce-eating.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lettuce&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://shadowsteve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt; when these migratory birds flew over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJoaPmVZq6I/AAAAAAAADmc/PRRACIWNITc/s1600-h/DCP_8780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJoaPmVZq6I/AAAAAAAADmc/PRRACIWNITc/s400/DCP_8780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231522772434922402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days later Lettuce was walking up these stairs at Newark Airport. We were both so tired, it was like a dream sequence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJo4yDYoVUI/AAAAAAAADmk/zLn0LuizcR0/s1600-h/DCP_8791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJo4yDYoVUI/AAAAAAAADmk/zLn0LuizcR0/s400/DCP_8791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231556349697480002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She walked into this blue carpeted area. Of course I added more blue to the photo. I was very sad to see her go, but it was time for her to fly away home. Later she e mailed to say she'd had a very nice flight. (Her wings were a little tired, but otherwise...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-5706994158777477858?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5706994158777477858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5706994158777477858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/fly-away-home-sky-friday.html' title='Fly Away Home: Sky Friday'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJo4yQ9G1SI/AAAAAAAADms/ZFFMboJOg1c/s72-c/Bethel+geese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-4452829566929045015</id><published>2008-08-07T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:35:14.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairs are Everywheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJlk9KiZ1AI/AAAAAAAADlw/N2oYhGlXNRU/s1600-h/P1010066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJlk9KiZ1AI/AAAAAAAADlw/N2oYhGlXNRU/s400/P1010066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231323444130993154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We usually don't notice stairs very much... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJlkxMRYnTI/AAAAAAAADlg/MGph8vr2fMw/s1600-h/P1010106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJlkxMRYnTI/AAAAAAAADlg/MGph8vr2fMw/s400/P1010106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231323238438051122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unless they are difficult to climb while carrying bags of groceries, or they have snow on them, and then we only notice them in a "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I must be careful&lt;/span&gt;" sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJoMSoRpv1I/AAAAAAAADmQ/z26Qs8QsTpU/s1600-h/42nd+steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJoMSoRpv1I/AAAAAAAADmQ/z26Qs8QsTpU/s400/42nd+steps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231507431332888402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How many times have I run down these very steps to catch a train that had just pulled into the station? Thousands of times. I ran up and down these steps almost daily when I worked on one of the top floors of a nearby skyscraper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The old W.T. Grant Building, now known as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One Astor Plaza&lt;/span&gt;. More than 50 stories tall... one day, there was a power failure in the building and of course the elevators didn't work, so we had to walk down the stairs. As we were walking down, the Big Lunkhead Bossman complained that it was so very tiring and asked those of us who were forced to walk with him,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Is it easier to walk down or up a flight of stairs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Someone answered that down was easier, while the rest of us pretended we didn't know. But the boss wasn't sure... he mumbled something about something he'd learned in physics class. I remembered thinking it would be lots easier to shove him down the stairs than up, anyway. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like stairs, and I like ladders, but I didn't have a good photo of a ladder to post. This was the best I could do, re: Ladders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“That's my Stepladder, my real ladder left when I was seven”&lt;br /&gt;~ Noel Coward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-4452829566929045015?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4452829566929045015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4452829566929045015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/stairs-are-everywheres.html' title='Stairs are Everywheres'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJlk9KiZ1AI/AAAAAAAADlw/N2oYhGlXNRU/s72-c/P1010066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8657224857228439887</id><published>2008-08-06T00:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:47.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerhonkson to Bethel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJjtgyjTP2I/AAAAAAAADlI/YC9nxGKw04M/s1600-h/back+of+gnome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJjtgyjTP2I/AAAAAAAADlI/YC9nxGKw04M/s400/back+of+gnome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231192114772262754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday we stopped in Kerhonkson to check out the world's largest garden gnome. I don't usually care all that much for gnomes, but he had a good vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJjthGVHL7I/AAAAAAAADlQ/6Tp-NTy--I8/s1600-h/P1010281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJjthGVHL7I/AAAAAAAADlQ/6Tp-NTy--I8/s400/P1010281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231192120081461170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really was amazing to stand next to this giant. This was a great thing to sandwich in between the Mt. Tremper Kaleidoscope and Hippiefest in Bethel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJjthZvNNaI/AAAAAAAADlY/yJ3Tzu7kYaA/s1600-h/big+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJjthZvNNaI/AAAAAAAADlY/yJ3Tzu7kYaA/s400/big+sky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231192125291181474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a perfect day from start to finish. Check out the sky. It gets very cool and slightly damp in the mountains starting at dusk, even if the day has been hot and muggy. Later that night it was clear and you could see so many stars it was incredible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8657224857228439887?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8657224857228439887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8657224857228439887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/kerhonkson-to-bethel.html' title='Kerhonkson to Bethel'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJjtgyjTP2I/AAAAAAAADlI/YC9nxGKw04M/s72-c/back+of+gnome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-2455777423302190684</id><published>2008-08-05T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:01:51.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaatskill Kaleidoscope, Mt. Tremper, NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a495701a95eee98a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da495701a95eee98a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77820A66D8CC3FA3CB19441FEC4A4C30035C5281.18173C34008C5F27BBCEA0BA36338CA0AEE0447F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da495701a95eee98a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvS-2B7lIZQUana4kpS2jrJwqQsg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da495701a95eee98a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77820A66D8CC3FA3CB19441FEC4A4C30035C5281.18173C34008C5F27BBCEA0BA36338CA0AEE0447F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da495701a95eee98a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvS-2B7lIZQUana4kpS2jrJwqQsg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to Hippiefest in Bethel, we went inside a huge kaleidoscope (where I took this very short video while lying flat on my back.) The Kaleidoscope was once an old silo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-2455777423302190684?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a495701a95eee98a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2455777423302190684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2455777423302190684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/kaatskill-kaleidoscope-mt-tremper-ny.html' title='Kaatskill Kaleidoscope, Mt. Tremper, NY'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-7411337139257445901</id><published>2008-08-04T00:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:48.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippiefest 2008 Bethel, NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJaPV56WeTI/AAAAAAAADkY/eq7epijBopk/s1600-h/tie+dye+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJaPV56WeTI/AAAAAAAADkY/eq7epijBopk/s400/tie+dye+girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230525623722998066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJaPWEfZ5iI/AAAAAAAADkg/xrwgA2X4PNE/s1600-h/guitars+and+smileys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJaPWEfZ5iI/AAAAAAAADkg/xrwgA2X4PNE/s400/guitars+and+smileys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230525626562766370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJaPWYRKVbI/AAAAAAAADko/h_-qLCId_I8/s1600-h/make+love+not+war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJaPWYRKVbI/AAAAAAAADko/h_-qLCId_I8/s400/make+love+not+war.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230525631871735218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJaPWiWI0CI/AAAAAAAADkw/9hojw9Ja8mo/s1600-h/Lady+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJaPWiWI0CI/AAAAAAAADkw/9hojw9Ja8mo/s400/Lady+Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230525634576961570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJaPXC_wseI/AAAAAAAADk4/fehJlAgsLAA/s1600-h/dancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJaPXC_wseI/AAAAAAAADk4/fehJlAgsLAA/s400/dancers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230525643341476322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the performers were excellent, and Bethel is a beautiful place. The acts were surprisingly good, with The Turtles, Badfinger, The amazing Eric Burdon and Jack Bruce, and lone female Melanie doing a long cute version of her Rollerskate song.  Melanie talked a lot, but I was walking around taking pics, so I only caught part of what she was saying. It seemed like the same exact thing she's done at other concerts at Bethel, so I felt I wasn't missing anything by focusing on the concertgoers while she did her shtick. Eric Burdon did have one female musician, (base player, I think) but it was mainly a fest of hippie guys. The Turtles made brief, funny jokes, and after singing "It Ain't Me Babe" said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank You Mr. Zimmerman, Sir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Burdon covered a Stone's song. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Paint it Black&lt;/span&gt;, and did it very well. Burdon was a powerhouse. All of the acts were strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-7411337139257445901?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7411337139257445901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7411337139257445901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/hippiefest-2008-bethel-ny.html' title='Hippiefest 2008 Bethel, NY'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJaPV56WeTI/AAAAAAAADkY/eq7epijBopk/s72-c/tie+dye+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8537923495981171303</id><published>2008-08-02T04:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:49.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm King Art Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJN8VMAHXcI/AAAAAAAADkQ/v7kx-XxWJWI/s1600-h/L1010259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJN8VMAHXcI/AAAAAAAADkQ/v7kx-XxWJWI/s400/L1010259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229660295748083138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJN2tHLnXGI/AAAAAAAADj4/cAtH7UJhS8I/s1600-h/storm+king+suspended+by+menashe+kadishman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJN2tHLnXGI/AAAAAAAADj4/cAtH7UJhS8I/s400/storm+king+suspended+by+menashe+kadishman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229654109701233762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Wednesday we visited Storm King Art Center in Mountainville, NY. The 500 acre sculpture park was founded in 1960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much walked around in the 90 plus degree heat for over five hours, and still, the security staff had to come and find us close to closing time. We were, of course in the far reaches of the park having just discovered a whole mess of cool sculptures, small and large, that we hadn't seen yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to trot quickly over many acres of hills and through wooded areas so as not to annoy employees who wanted to go home. We annoyed them anyway, by being 30 seconds late. They were waiting next to my truck, glaring. They didn't respond at all when we smiled and said goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJN2ulKBZfI/AAAAAAAADkI/ZsIbo4KsOpE/s1600-h/3+by+Mark+Di+Suvero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJN2ulKBZfI/AAAAAAAADkI/ZsIbo4KsOpE/s400/3+by+Mark+Di+Suvero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229654134927484402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since there were many wooded areas, and massive trees here and there, we were able to survive the mugginess of the day. There is no restaurant on sight, so picnicking and lounging around is encouraged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top photo: The Storm King Wall by Andy Goldsworthy (very small section seen here)&lt;br /&gt;middle photo: Suspended by Menashe Kadishman&lt;br /&gt;bottom photo: 3 by Mark Di Suvero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Other artists works include: Magdalena  Abakanowicz, David Smith, Louise Nevelson, Nam June Paik, Alexander Calder, Henry Moore, Isamu Noguchi, Richard Serra, Siah Armajani, Louise Bourgeoisie, Johnny Swing, (and many more.) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8537923495981171303?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8537923495981171303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8537923495981171303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/storm-king-art-center.html' title='Storm King Art Center'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJN8VMAHXcI/AAAAAAAADkQ/v7kx-XxWJWI/s72-c/L1010259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-659804823549272751</id><published>2008-08-01T00:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:49.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl With The Red Ice Cream Cone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJD9YUKDkZI/AAAAAAAADjs/v3tSwFM3XGg/s1600-h/girl+with+cone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJD9YUKDkZI/AAAAAAAADjs/v3tSwFM3XGg/s400/girl+with+cone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228957761546719634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really enjoying taking portraits of people. Took this picture a few days ago in Central Valley, NY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-659804823549272751?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/659804823549272751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/659804823549272751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/08/girl-with-red-ice-cream-cone.html' title='Girl With The Red Ice Cream Cone'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SJD9YUKDkZI/AAAAAAAADjs/v3tSwFM3XGg/s72-c/girl+with+cone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-3503156657694064931</id><published>2008-07-30T00:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:49.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI_3ZMaEJoI/AAAAAAAADjM/_LZ_s9IfDSU/s1600-h/Best+Friends+He%27s+Like....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI_3ZMaEJoI/AAAAAAAADjM/_LZ_s9IfDSU/s400/Best+Friends+He%27s+Like....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228669704599774850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met these men on Tuesday and they had a very nice vibe. The man on the left explained that they were best friends. He said the man on the right was like a father to him in fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-3503156657694064931?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3503156657694064931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3503156657694064931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI_3ZMaEJoI/AAAAAAAADjM/_LZ_s9IfDSU/s72-c/Best+Friends+He%27s+Like....jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-7632778785055694115</id><published>2008-07-29T10:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:50.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday: People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI8kxQUWGQI/AAAAAAAADis/jqyXP340MOg/s1600-h/P1010054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI8kxQUWGQI/AAAAAAAADis/jqyXP340MOg/s400/P1010054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228438121012926722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Met these tourists on 29th Street in Manhattan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI8k0P7y_SI/AAAAAAAADi0/kXE84dfHX7Y/s1600-h/L1000492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI8k0P7y_SI/AAAAAAAADi0/kXE84dfHX7Y/s400/L1000492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228438172449570082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took a portrait of a friendly Ice Cream Vendor on 43rd Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI8k1w9NnZI/AAAAAAAADi8/fUYqlAVIHhA/s1600-h/L1000265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI8k1w9NnZI/AAAAAAAADi8/fUYqlAVIHhA/s400/L1000265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228438198493748626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lettuce in a deli joking around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI8k2mR7QpI/AAAAAAAADjE/R0xSkWn_63k/s1600-h/P1010120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI8k2mR7QpI/AAAAAAAADjE/R0xSkWn_63k/s400/P1010120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228438212807705234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-7632778785055694115?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7632778785055694115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7632778785055694115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-people.html' title='Yesterday: People'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI8kxQUWGQI/AAAAAAAADis/jqyXP340MOg/s72-c/P1010054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-802396674651342272</id><published>2008-07-27T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:51.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Shore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI1LmhgKLOI/AAAAAAAADiE/rKwwEGPksDc/s1600-h/at+the+shore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI1LmhgKLOI/AAAAAAAADiE/rKwwEGPksDc/s400/at+the+shore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227917867647380706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Lettuce and I arrived at Coney Island, the sky had already turned stormy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI1LnZ6RPkI/AAAAAAAADiM/ytgXYL5444A/s1600-h/cyclone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI1LnZ6RPkI/AAAAAAAADiM/ytgXYL5444A/s400/cyclone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227917882789281346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A thunderstorm hit and the rides were shut down. Crowds of people fled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI1LoP0zrNI/AAAAAAAADiU/ODUGM1iW0Es/s1600-h/clam+bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI1LoP0zrNI/AAAAAAAADiU/ODUGM1iW0Es/s400/clam+bar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227917897261886674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sought refuge at a clam bar where we huddled under an awning with a small group of people for quite some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI1LoVGSsiI/AAAAAAAADic/n94eXIso9p4/s1600-h/clams+beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI1LoVGSsiI/AAAAAAAADic/n94eXIso9p4/s400/clams+beer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227917898677400098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone was in a good mood and I think we had more fun than we would have if it had simply been hot and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI1LpJzvJ7I/AAAAAAAADik/HpLycuBnTqo/s1600-h/bike+rain+umbrellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI1LpJzvJ7I/AAAAAAAADik/HpLycuBnTqo/s400/bike+rain+umbrellas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227917912826652594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were leaving I saw this group trying to decide what to do next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-802396674651342272?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/802396674651342272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/802396674651342272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-shore.html' title='At The Shore'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SI1LmhgKLOI/AAAAAAAADiE/rKwwEGPksDc/s72-c/at+the+shore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-6769430560006587893</id><published>2008-07-26T23:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:52.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIvpBn0EGYI/AAAAAAAADhE/wcSxlDJoD1g/s1600-h/L1000269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIvpBn0EGYI/AAAAAAAADhE/wcSxlDJoD1g/s400/L1000269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227528006570088834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we stayed close to home, and took a leisurely six mile stroll. &lt;br /&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIvpCP22nuI/AAAAAAAADhM/ZLd5yWxGa64/s1600-h/leisurely+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIvpCP22nuI/AAAAAAAADhM/ZLd5yWxGa64/s400/leisurely+day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227528017319206626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked up and down and all around, went to a gospel concert, (where Lettuce showed me how to use the video function on my new camera) and sat for a while just looking out at the river. Grateful for the cool breeze on an otherwise sultry day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIvpC4hJJhI/AAAAAAAADhU/ytfSbQLvq1g/s1600-h/colorful+quilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIvpC4hJJhI/AAAAAAAADhU/ytfSbQLvq1g/s400/colorful+quilt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227528028233999890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was one of those days where nothing much is happening, but a lot a nice things happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-6769430560006587893?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6769430560006587893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6769430560006587893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIvpBn0EGYI/AAAAAAAADhE/wcSxlDJoD1g/s72-c/L1000269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-461290235488583421</id><published>2008-07-25T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:53.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIZP4-O5grI/AAAAAAAADeQ/N8ymS1GkrWU/s1600-h/P1010048_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIZP4-O5grI/AAAAAAAADeQ/N8ymS1GkrWU/s400/P1010048_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225952257806795442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chedwick (L.) and Eddy touch noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIZP5Deic-I/AAAAAAAADeY/wMCeO63mRjc/s1600-h/DCP_8302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIZP5Deic-I/AAAAAAAADeY/wMCeO63mRjc/s400/DCP_8302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225952259214570466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chedwick on the sofa. Proof that it's impossible to take a bad picture of a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIZP5JHd34I/AAAAAAAADeg/zy5KOUy8eRQ/s1600-h/DCP_8341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIZP5JHd34I/AAAAAAAADeg/zy5KOUy8eRQ/s400/DCP_8341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225952260728414082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mysterious fluffs are rolling around outside like little pink tumbleweeds. Neighbors a half mile away are watching them roll by, asking "what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; those things?" They are the seedy spent blossoms of the Smoke Tree. On a very windy day it's like pink snow flurries, as we live on the side of a hill where the wind is often eddying. The fluffs fly up and sideways and down, they go everywhere like all the seed pods in spring. Some are fairly large though, and scare people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-461290235488583421?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/461290235488583421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/461290235488583421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIZP4-O5grI/AAAAAAAADeQ/N8ymS1GkrWU/s72-c/P1010048_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-3802679429901301706</id><published>2008-07-24T21:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:53.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lettuce Arrives from London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIkoKST3PQI/AAAAAAAADg8/Fp6cyyN86Y0/s1600-h/iceberg_lettuce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIkoKST3PQI/AAAAAAAADg8/Fp6cyyN86Y0/s400/iceberg_lettuce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226752999719124226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lettuce is here and all is well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked Lettuce up at the Airport and we are about to go out for a drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-3802679429901301706?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3802679429901301706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3802679429901301706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/lettuce-arrives-from-london.html' title='Lettuce Arrives from London'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIkoKST3PQI/AAAAAAAADg8/Fp6cyyN86Y0/s72-c/iceberg_lettuce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8977852460640325206</id><published>2008-07-24T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:54.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Door Door!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIfWVVsPbVI/AAAAAAAADgY/5xjZoOv0dMs/s1600-h/elfman+door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIfWVVsPbVI/AAAAAAAADgY/5xjZoOv0dMs/s400/elfman+door.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226381554675051858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know a lot of people would love to have this door, but it's just too fancy for my taste ~ I'd expect some Danny Elfman music to start playing every time I went in or out. Or some nice calliope music anyway, and I'd have to start wearing big Victorian hats if this was my door. Oh, and the apartment would have to live up to the door~you wouldn't expect to see squalor on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIfedKIeSvI/AAAAAAAADgo/vzIzNvj8qhI/s1600-h/L1000045_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIfedKIeSvI/AAAAAAAADgo/vzIzNvj8qhI/s400/L1000045_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226390485104216818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This mailbox was right outside the colorful door. I liked the way the Queen's Ann's Lace looked growing there. Ever since I was a toddler, this weed has been one of my favorite flowers. I finally figured it out today ~ reminds me of snowflakes, which have always seemed magical to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8977852460640325206?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8977852460640325206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8977852460640325206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-happy-door-door.html' title='Happy Happy Door Door!'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIfWVVsPbVI/AAAAAAAADgY/5xjZoOv0dMs/s72-c/elfman+door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-297582674344467036</id><published>2008-07-23T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:54.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knockin' on Heaven's Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIfq0tm6H_I/AAAAAAAADgw/RRFNH5RD3iY/s1600-h/bob+door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIfq0tm6H_I/AAAAAAAADgw/RRFNH5RD3iY/s400/bob+door.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226404083903635442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the Video with Bob (and  Roger McGuinn)  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpMfioWV5p0&amp;feature=related"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-297582674344467036?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/297582674344467036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/297582674344467036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/knockin-on-heavens-door.html' title='Knockin&apos; on Heaven&apos;s Door'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIfq0tm6H_I/AAAAAAAADgw/RRFNH5RD3iY/s72-c/bob+door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-3607855595125887159</id><published>2008-07-23T00:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:55.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Praise of Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIalconrPvI/AAAAAAAADfY/iP0v_-SbP0o/s1600-h/DCP_7913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIalconrPvI/AAAAAAAADfY/iP0v_-SbP0o/s400/DCP_7913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046328968789746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past week we had a heat wave, so I spent more time in my local coffee shops than I normally do. I read a very interesting book, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIalcjxL_rI/AAAAAAAADfg/wzjjW7J7Eak/s1600-h/DCP_8244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIalcjxL_rI/AAAAAAAADfg/wzjjW7J7Eak/s400/DCP_8244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046327666507442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met a shy man on the street. He had a cup of coffee and a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIaldHaBe6I/AAAAAAAADfo/ewBR5DZEkVk/s1600-h/DCP_9790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIaldHaBe6I/AAAAAAAADfo/ewBR5DZEkVk/s400/DCP_9790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046337233025954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mousemedicine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; had the right idea thinking we should just spend the month of July celebrating birthdays. One month of non-stop celebrating would make us realize how fortunate we all are to have each other. Famous people born on this day include Haile Selassie, Raymond Chandler, and The Coffee Messiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIaldDgKdJI/AAAAAAAADfw/9tXgA0DLjC0/s1600-h/DCP_8216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIaldDgKdJI/AAAAAAAADfw/9tXgA0DLjC0/s400/DCP_8216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046336185037970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could sing the praises of coffee, but could never do it as well as &lt;a href="http://coffeemessiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Coffee Messiah&lt;/a&gt; does. His blog has made me appreciate coffee more, try new blends, brew it with more  thought, and drink an extra cup every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIaldRkwEVI/AAAAAAAADf4/NphEHckgluQ/s1600-h/DCP_7869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIaldRkwEVI/AAAAAAAADf4/NphEHckgluQ/s400/DCP_7869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046339962376530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Coffee Messiah recommended this book, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pre Raphaelites in Love &lt;/span&gt;by Gay Daly. It's so well written, I really enjoyed it, and it took me back to a time long ago when some of these paintings meant a great deal to me. (of course I was just staring at small reproductions of them in an art book.) Now that I know something about the artists and the models, I'd like to see some of these paintings and wonder how many of them are in museum collections today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-3607855595125887159?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3607855595125887159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3607855595125887159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-praise-of-coffee.html' title='In Praise of Coffee'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIalconrPvI/AAAAAAAADfY/iP0v_-SbP0o/s72-c/DCP_7913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-3299082573204445032</id><published>2008-07-21T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:56.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SISxeZQNFnI/AAAAAAAADdw/kFnPt5rnubo/s1600-h/dennis+rumeur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SISxeZQNFnI/AAAAAAAADdw/kFnPt5rnubo/s400/dennis+rumeur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225496603389662834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dennis chooses the perfume &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rumeur&lt;/span&gt; as his pic for July's summer scent. Dennis says it's a cut above most of the stuff you find on the department store counter, and it has magnolia. Dennis loves magnolia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SISv3ft9YNI/AAAAAAAADdg/hqqD9FfR0ik/s1600-h/beautiful+marmite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SISv3ft9YNI/AAAAAAAADdg/hqqD9FfR0ik/s400/beautiful+marmite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225494835598549202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's going to be a busy few weeks starting on Thursday when I'm picking up a certain blogger at the airport. Guess Who? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SISvuZbxYTI/AAAAAAAADdY/BMDF8vXp_-Y/s1600-h/lentheric+tweed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SISvuZbxYTI/AAAAAAAADdY/BMDF8vXp_-Y/s400/lentheric+tweed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225494679292830002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does anyone remember what the original &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tweed&lt;/span&gt; smelled like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIStPPNY1iI/AAAAAAAADdQ/Q_1Ho0_t0og/s1600-h/kelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIStPPNY1iI/AAAAAAAADdQ/Q_1Ho0_t0og/s400/kelly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225491944948946466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you've ever seen &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/span&gt;, you may have noticed Baby's mom, played by former ballerina and Tony Award winner Kelly Bishop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly played Howard Stern's crazy mom in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Private Parts&lt;/span&gt; and was Toby Maguire's mom in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Wonder Boys&lt;/span&gt;. She wanted to be Sarah J. Parker's step-mom in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Miami Rhapsody&lt;/span&gt;. Mainly a theater actress, she gets offered a lot of mom roles. (and is still close to many of her film kids, including Howard Stern and Christian Slater.) She's known for being very sweet and easy going--the opposite of her most famous mom role as Emily in the TV series &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-3299082573204445032?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3299082573204445032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3299082573204445032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-things.html' title='Random Things'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SISxeZQNFnI/AAAAAAAADdw/kFnPt5rnubo/s72-c/dennis+rumeur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-875729225868719824</id><published>2008-07-19T05:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:56.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sláinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGtGV-GfDmI/AAAAAAAADUs/rAyn8kJoQI4/s1600-h/fred+and+guin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGtGV-GfDmI/AAAAAAAADUs/rAyn8kJoQI4/s400/fred+and+guin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218341936500248162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A truly beautiful day in the neighborhood would have been me and Fred just hanging out with F. and &lt;a href="http://mousemedicine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kimy&lt;/a&gt;, celebrating their birthdays with some Guinness and storytelling. Happy Birthday to &lt;a href="http://srgtpepper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wat&lt;/a&gt; and Kimy and anyone else who has a birthday this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fred brought the drinks&lt;/span&gt; photo(shop) by Chedwick)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-875729225868719824?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/875729225868719824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/875729225868719824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/slinte.html' title='Sláinte'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGtGV-GfDmI/AAAAAAAADUs/rAyn8kJoQI4/s72-c/fred+and+guin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-5124253638122476567</id><published>2008-07-18T09:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:57.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shady Goings On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIChXuC5L_I/AAAAAAAADcI/iAnQS0tBNuY/s1600-h/DCP_8004_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIChXuC5L_I/AAAAAAAADcI/iAnQS0tBNuY/s400/DCP_8004_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224352996619005938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My yard was once very sunny, and I had a veggie patch and  lots of roses. It could have won the tidy yard award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIChYKvjBwI/AAAAAAAADcQ/wuz9gQc4JoU/s1600-h/DCP_8154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIChYKvjBwI/AAAAAAAADcQ/wuz9gQc4JoU/s400/DCP_8154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224353004322490114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the oak and maples and the pines and cypress and spruce all grew bigger and shaded out my medium-small yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIChYYTszSI/AAAAAAAADcY/h4XdfBiW5Dw/s1600-h/DCP_8168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIChYYTszSI/AAAAAAAADcY/h4XdfBiW5Dw/s400/DCP_8168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224353007963786530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The patio was once in full sun, now it gets some sun for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; an hour a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIChYsn98YI/AAAAAAAADcg/0h9HJ64xzAY/s1600-h/DCP_8160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIChYsn98YI/AAAAAAAADcg/0h9HJ64xzAY/s400/DCP_8160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224353013417505154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things have grown on their own, too, like these butterfly bushes that just appeared (I planted one and now have four.) I just mow a narrow path through my back yard with a push mower. Weeds are everywhere and many, many  people have suggested I hire a landscaper. An opossum seems to live in my backyard now, and there are a few deer napping under trees, bunnies of all sizes are in the tall weeds, a woodchuck mom with her babies hangs out. Every time I walk through the yard some wild animal  pops up. The trees are noisy with birds. We seem to have a big population of chipmunks and squirrels, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIChY8B9WTI/AAAAAAAADco/flrHzFBLiZE/s1600-h/DCP_8173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIChY8B9WTI/AAAAAAAADco/flrHzFBLiZE/s400/DCP_8173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224353017553049906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This large lilac is leaning sideways trying to get to some sunshine. When I planted it, it was in the sun. Not anymore. On the plus side, I use less water, and I don't have to protect plants from wildlife. If a deer eats a rose bush down to a nub, I just say bon appétit. Someday I'll plan and dig and prune and plant a civilized garden again,  but for now I'll just enjoy the shade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I did get several cuttings from the leaning lilac, and they are thriving in the sun in other people's well-kept yards.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-5124253638122476567?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5124253638122476567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5124253638122476567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/shady-goings-on.html' title='Shady Goings On'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SIChXuC5L_I/AAAAAAAADcI/iAnQS0tBNuY/s72-c/DCP_8004_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-5041790168028016794</id><published>2008-07-17T01:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:57.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SH4WysAOhBI/AAAAAAAADbw/XrSKlJq4tJk/s1600-h/DCP_7984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SH4WysAOhBI/AAAAAAAADbw/XrSKlJq4tJk/s400/DCP_7984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223637677857735698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a kid and as a young adult I lived in urban areas. Home was often a small apartment I happily occupied. As long as there was a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;good view&lt;/span&gt; from the window, I'd rent the place. I learned early that landlords and co-op boards called the shots however, and I didn't want to stay where I'd have go before a board to get a new kitten&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; approved&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted a home where I could plant trees and see the stars on a clear night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SH4WzRcNmrI/AAAAAAAADb4/aTbLu8VZJI0/s1600-h/DCP_9839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SH4WzRcNmrI/AAAAAAAADb4/aTbLu8VZJI0/s400/DCP_9839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223637687907228338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Home for me is an outdoor as well as an indoor place. Home means sharing a space with nature. I'll gladly commute to work, but not to see wildlife or hike up a mountain.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SH5BgRFPqhI/AAAAAAAADcA/Idm4CDnUxhM/s1600-h/a+minute+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SH5BgRFPqhI/AAAAAAAADcA/Idm4CDnUxhM/s400/a+minute+away.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223684640393374226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people would label my life conventional and/or dull, but that's the way it goes. I'm a suburbanite who lives within easy walking distance of a mountain and a river that I could never get tired of. In summer, for at least a few weeks, I become a total hayseed with grand dreams of someday being a beekeeper with an apple orchard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've decided to not go on any serious vacations for awhile, choosing instead  to stay close to home and re-discover my own backyard--The Hudson River Valley &amp; the mountains we call The `Gunks and The`Skills. I also hope to hike a nearby section of The Appalachian Trail. I guess I should start a journal called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Staying Home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-5041790168028016794?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5041790168028016794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5041790168028016794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/staying-home.html' title='Staying Home'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SH4WysAOhBI/AAAAAAAADbw/XrSKlJq4tJk/s72-c/DCP_7984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-4301232447502708353</id><published>2008-07-14T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:58.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Afternoon of the Turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHwJVxSmLzI/AAAAAAAADbQ/JnAjN-uOZRs/s1600-h/DCP_9504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHwJVxSmLzI/AAAAAAAADbQ/JnAjN-uOZRs/s400/DCP_9504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223059937456172850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's after 10pm and I'm still thinking about turtles. It started with a turtle cloud, or a cloud that looked like a turtle to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHwJWcScYDI/AAAAAAAADbY/utWq_s5lJ2Q/s1600-h/turtle+van.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHwJWcScYDI/AAAAAAAADbY/utWq_s5lJ2Q/s400/turtle+van.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223059948998254642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I drove for about an hour and then stopped to buy some fruit. (I like to park far away from all the other cars and walk across parking lots for some reason) and I saw this van and thought-- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;another turtle&lt;/span&gt;... and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; turtle is like a celebrity turtle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHwJWWUuY4I/AAAAAAAADbg/1IMSz6zoh8s/s1600-h/turtle+planters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHwJWWUuY4I/AAAAAAAADbg/1IMSz6zoh8s/s400/turtle+planters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223059947397211010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I drove for another hour and was walking to the post office when I randomly happened upon a courtyard with... more turtles. What can it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHwJWv_POBI/AAAAAAAADbo/zUdSnYfOxXc/s1600-h/DCP_9501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHwJWv_POBI/AAAAAAAADbo/zUdSnYfOxXc/s400/DCP_9501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223059954286409746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a lot of turtle sightings for one afternoon. I wonder what &lt;a href="http://inside-the-shell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tut Tut&lt;/a&gt; would think of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-4301232447502708353?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4301232447502708353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4301232447502708353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/afternoon-of-turtle.html' title='The Afternoon of the Turtle'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHwJVxSmLzI/AAAAAAAADbQ/JnAjN-uOZRs/s72-c/DCP_9504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-5566429555229546064</id><published>2008-07-13T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:59.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHoa0LA0VLI/AAAAAAAADao/YtO-eyosniQ/s1600-h/The+Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHoa0LA0VLI/AAAAAAAADao/YtO-eyosniQ/s400/The+Lake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222516201501250738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend I relaxed at *Fishy Lake. I learned that people put on shoes to go swimming now. "Swim Shoes" This seems weird to me, but modern people wear shoes when they swim in lakes because maybe they'll stub their toe on a sharp pebble or something. I didn't wear shoes in the lake, and I didn't hurt my feet, either. I was advised to get swim shoes though, in case of a future encounter with a sharp object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHoa0TLsNdI/AAAAAAAADaw/aP1r0jdiqS0/s1600-h/snake+in+lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHoa0TLsNdI/AAAAAAAADaw/aP1r0jdiqS0/s400/snake+in+lake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222516203694339538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lake is full of fish, and snakes too--harmless shy snakes. (it was hard to get a picture of a snake, but I finally did it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHoa0kqmZxI/AAAAAAAADa4/Y3OsS5ZF1jc/s1600-h/The+Lake+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHoa0kqmZxI/AAAAAAAADa4/Y3OsS5ZF1jc/s400/The+Lake+House.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222516208387385106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday there was enough sunshine to swim and watch a fisherman grill up some lunch. This is the exterior of my friend's cabin on the lake. It needs work, but she is like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;superwoman&lt;/span&gt;, so in a year or two you won't recognize the place. She can use power tools. She spent every weekend this spring gutting  the once very dark and scary interior, and made it bright, cheery and functional, She recycled many building materials, old cupboards, etc... It's 900 square feet, and is now the summer home for her two young children. Lucky kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHod9PqhQcI/AAAAAAAADbA/A1EhC4c09I8/s1600-h/coriandre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHod9PqhQcI/AAAAAAAADbA/A1EhC4c09I8/s400/coriandre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222519655903609282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend used to spend a lot of time on a sailboat with her mother when she was a kid. Her mother wore Coriandre  in those days, so my friend is experimenting with it now. She says it reminds her of her mom &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as she was thirty years ago&lt;/span&gt;... and has brought on many good feelings and memories. The perfume was introduced in 1973.&lt;br /&gt;Coriandre's head notes are sharp, but fade quickly into a nice woodsy scent. The oak moss and spices made it a good scent for the lake weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fishy Lake&lt;/span&gt; is not the real name of this lake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-5566429555229546064?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5566429555229546064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5566429555229546064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/lake-weekend.html' title='Lake Weekend'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHoa0LA0VLI/AAAAAAAADao/YtO-eyosniQ/s72-c/The+Lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-7969538757261346174</id><published>2008-07-11T19:53:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:00.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Beauty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHf20-rn8NI/AAAAAAAADaA/9z-0cqIYoxo/s1600-h/DCP_9978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHf20-rn8NI/AAAAAAAADaA/9z-0cqIYoxo/s200/DCP_9978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221913682998980818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHf21MFCwZI/AAAAAAAADaI/D5t7PeZDbG4/s1600-h/eddy+doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHf21MFCwZI/AAAAAAAADaI/D5t7PeZDbG4/s200/eddy+doll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221913686595256722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several e mails have come in from readers comparing kitten Eddy to a Golliwog doll. One helpful reader even sent a photo of a Golliwog doll as I had no idea what they were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Eddy would &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; wear a bow tie. Secondly, I think Eddy is very, very, beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHfzWnqHjGI/AAAAAAAADZo/qnpiadu2iKY/s1600-h/beautiful+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHfzWnqHjGI/AAAAAAAADZo/qnpiadu2iKY/s400/beautiful+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221909862887689314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful blogger gave me a gift set of Estee Lauder perfumes. I took them home and began sniffing. Just days later I had an interesting moment with a woman in a market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHfzXLGOx7I/AAAAAAAADZw/AbqowohdFKA/s1600-h/beautiful+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHfzXLGOx7I/AAAAAAAADZw/AbqowohdFKA/s400/beautiful+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221909872400844722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't often go to this particular market, but in one crowded aisle I squeezed past this woman who smelled really nice --and the scent was vaguely familiar. I had to go back and tell her she smelled nice. Although she looked as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, she perked right up and told me she was wearing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Estee Lauder's Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. All I can say is, she wore it very well. The woman had a British accent, and as I looked into her eyes and listened to her talk about the perfume, I realized she and I had had a brief encounter before, maybe a year or so ago, in this very store while choosing items from one of the British &amp; Irish aisles. She was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHfzXfRrDnI/AAAAAAAADZ4/fB2JwV7JStw/s1600-h/beauty+steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHfzXfRrDnI/AAAAAAAADZ4/fB2JwV7JStw/s400/beauty+steps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221909877817544306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised that perfumer Sophia Grojsman created &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, with head notes of rose and lily, heart notes of orange flower and more lily, in a sparkly vetiver, amber, and sandalwood base. But it's a stronger floral than most of her creations, so only a small percentage of women can really wear it beautifully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-7969538757261346174?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7969538757261346174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7969538757261346174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-beauty.html' title='What is Beauty?'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHf20-rn8NI/AAAAAAAADaA/9z-0cqIYoxo/s72-c/DCP_9978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-4533670998002660438</id><published>2008-07-10T00:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:01.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Donuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHS0ohxxrAI/AAAAAAAADYQ/wP9O0_w6mOE/s1600-h/choice+donut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHS0ohxxrAI/AAAAAAAADYQ/wP9O0_w6mOE/s400/choice+donut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220996476384160770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked through a pile of old journals to see what I was writing about each year on my birthday. Apparently one year a co-worker gave me three donuts. (I was to choose two and he would get the third.) I let him have the Boston creme and shared the old standby with him. It was one of the rare occasions that I wrote about food or gifts on my birthday. Sometimes I was at work on my birthday, and except for my 27th, they were all happy entries, or happy enough anyway. On my 27th birthday I lamented getting old and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;frivoling away my precious twenties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHUxuzixJwI/AAAAAAAADY4/wepD-NJPnWA/s1600-h/diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHUxuzixJwI/AAAAAAAADY4/wepD-NJPnWA/s400/diary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221134023185737474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tend to let birthdays go by as just another day, pretty much. I never yearn for a cake or a party, probably because as a kid my family made a huge deal out of birthdays, the apartment was decorated, an over the top party was thrown, too much fuss, and I had enough of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one birthday I made a list of things I was tired of hearing my co-workers talk about.&lt;br /&gt;1.Politics (complete with shrill debates)&lt;br /&gt;2.Religion (which Christian has the best church)&lt;br /&gt;3.The diets they are on (and on and on)&lt;br /&gt;4.Movie stars &lt;br /&gt;5.How much they hate the boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I tried to list interesting things I overheard at work: &lt;br /&gt;1. nobody ever says anything of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and yet I like my job&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for long walks on some of my birthdays, but didn't bother to note exactly where. (once it was a long hike up a mountain, and I can only guess it was probably Mohonk Mountain by the description of the scenery.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some birthdays on the road... Tampa Florida,  Ireland, Bethlehem PA, Los Angeles. On one birthday I walked through Central Park in the rain and around the reservoir. The rain never let up but I was into it, it was something I had wanted to do, and my companion was fine with it too. Later we walked over to the Metropolitan Museum of art to dry out, but other people had the same idea, and the place smelled like wet people. (which is not anywhere near as bad as wet dog, but still...all the wet coats...) There was a big Diane Arbus exhibit, and everyone crowded in to see it, a smelly woolly crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed I went through phases with my journals. One year they were kept in French, so they read as if an 8 year old wrote them. One year there was much modern poetry quoted, another year it was Shakespeare, another year there were tons of references to operas I had gone to. Then there was a comic book phase &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHTdQRR7DRI/AAAAAAAADYg/iLo_jQmi6uY/s1600-h/DCP_9457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHTdQRR7DRI/AAAAAAAADYg/iLo_jQmi6uY/s200/DCP_9457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221041139615468818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which lasted a lot longer than the opera phase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of grocery lists written in Irish were the only references to food. (besides the 3 donuts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journals were 50% dull, to be honest ~ Stuffed with necessary work notes, lists, and reminders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one birthday entry I wrote: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Felt like Muriel Fedder at the movies with Seymour&lt;/span&gt;.  I often referenced books, and this was a J.D. Salinger moment. I instantly knew what this was all about, even though I wrote it years and years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one birthday in my early twenties I was happy to just do laundry and give my new apartment a thorough cleaning. Although I realized "did laundry" might not be a great journal entry, and added this cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHTl7s_JYYI/AAAAAAAADYw/vG6yx_eBlAw/s1600-h/exciting+laundry+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHTl7s_JYYI/AAAAAAAADYw/vG6yx_eBlAw/s200/exciting+laundry+day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221050681880306050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But who isn't made happier by the sight of  basket of freshly done laundry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my birthday, but if it's yours, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-4533670998002660438?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4533670998002660438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4533670998002660438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-donuts.html' title='Birthday Donuts'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHS0ohxxrAI/AAAAAAAADYQ/wP9O0_w6mOE/s72-c/choice+donut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-5589583292131597812</id><published>2008-07-08T10:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:01.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I go to the Big Crazy Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHN9TzBKO_I/AAAAAAAADX4/TOWj-PxFdy4/s1600-h/DCP_9055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHN9TzBKO_I/AAAAAAAADX4/TOWj-PxFdy4/s400/DCP_9055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220654172118596594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, I'm not crazy, and I don't crave punishment. But I do go to the mall every so often. Why? I'll tell you why--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHN9UCxLHyI/AAAAAAAADYA/zx5f5S8CyQc/s1600-h/DCP_9273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHN9UCxLHyI/AAAAAAAADYA/zx5f5S8CyQc/s400/DCP_9273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220654176346513186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's a huge Japanese bookstore at the mall, and I always find a good book there. They have hundreds of books of Haiku, and loads of novels, memoirs, histories, classics, and short story collections. Plus they have little teeny notebooks, cool pens, and incredible art supplies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHN9UPKJ1KI/AAAAAAAADYI/cnzJU7EiAAY/s1600-h/cat+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHN9UPKJ1KI/AAAAAAAADYI/cnzJU7EiAAY/s400/cat+book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220654179672511650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a book I got and it is a real classic. At first it was just a short story that appeared in installments in a literary magazine back in 1905. Then the short story became the first chapter of an epic trilogy that is a classic of world literature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Am a Cat&lt;/span&gt; is the story of an unloved, unwanted kitten who is the observer of human nature for Natsume.  A very inventive and brilliant book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-5589583292131597812?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5589583292131597812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5589583292131597812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-go-to-big-crazy-mall.html' title='Why I go to the Big Crazy Mall'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SHN9TzBKO_I/AAAAAAAADX4/TOWj-PxFdy4/s72-c/DCP_9055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-3592968167161905375</id><published>2008-07-05T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:38:58.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNjX539jmII/AAAAAAAADwQ/P-ywq8XhwU0/s1600-h/L1110911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNjX539jmII/AAAAAAAADwQ/P-ywq8XhwU0/s400/L1110911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249182754974963842"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-3592968167161905375?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3592968167161905375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3592968167161905375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SNjX539jmII/AAAAAAAADwQ/P-ywq8XhwU0/s72-c/L1110911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-7113246637560548705</id><published>2008-07-05T05:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:02.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragonard Perfumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG6rkdns1KI/AAAAAAAADXA/stMJjhNSV4M/s1600-h/Chedwick.fragonard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG6rkdns1KI/AAAAAAAADXA/stMJjhNSV4M/s400/Chedwick.fragonard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219297661083767970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny enough, Fragonard was the first French scent Eddy came in contact with when he came to live with us last Sunday. He started by sniffing the Fragonard soap, and even tasted it (just a lick.) Here he is (on right) with Chedwick posing with all that remains from my last trip to Grasse. (Fragonard also has two boutiques in Paris and one in Eze.) My favorite scents from Fragonard are: Rêve Indien ( fruits, rose &amp; iris in an amber patchouli base), Murmure (I don't remember the specifics but I liked it), Miranda( a nice oriental with a tropical feel &amp; a coconut note), Billet Doux (a carnation blend with woodsy base), and Etoile Du Sud which I still have (a lovely lilac scent that is cool like spring rain). My favorite men's cologne is Concerto (a citrussy cologne in an amber base with tea notes.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two that I'd like to try are Grain de Soleil (a modern &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;almost gourmand&lt;/span&gt; scent with cinnamon and spice headnotes, a rose &amp; iris heart and an amber, vanilla and incense base) and éclat, an ethereal floral with citrus headnotes, a freesia and light gardenia heart, in a sweet marshmallow base.) The Marshmallow is a perennial flowering plant (Althaea.) its roots and sweet leaves are used in perfumery and in the making of medicines. I've never heard of it being used in perfumery before, and am curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG9uLS3oljI/AAAAAAAADXI/SxPWIbeXu9I/s1600-h/coffret10parfums_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG9uLS3oljI/AAAAAAAADXI/SxPWIbeXu9I/s400/coffret10parfums_04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219511633468495410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fragonard.com/@en-us/1/1/1/article.asp"&gt;Fragonard&lt;/a&gt; has many sample sets to choose from and minature bottles, all at reasonable prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for &lt;a href="http://cynthesis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cynthesis&lt;/a&gt; who asked if I'd ever reviewed  Fragonard. I always meant to &amp; quickly put this post together last night. Excuse the sloppiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-7113246637560548705?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7113246637560548705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7113246637560548705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/fragonard-perfumes.html' title='Fragonard Perfumes'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG6rkdns1KI/AAAAAAAADXA/stMJjhNSV4M/s72-c/Chedwick.fragonard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8840894342616155563</id><published>2008-07-04T00:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:03.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG1-PUp61HI/AAAAAAAADWY/6DFA3_JiKP0/s1600-h/ched+coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG1-PUp61HI/AAAAAAAADWY/6DFA3_JiKP0/s400/ched+coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218966344899941490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm back and my plan for the long holiday weekend is to relax and recover from the adorable ball of frenzied energy that is Eddy. Extra humans will be on hand to keep the little guy busy so I can nap and catch up on my reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG1-Pd1sF1I/AAAAAAAADWg/ENCKuBLcO0I/s1600-h/+came+today+ope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG1-Pd1sF1I/AAAAAAAADWg/ENCKuBLcO0I/s400/+came+today+ope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218966347365226322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm still letting Eddy appear on my blog, and here he is posing with the latest issue of&lt;a href="http://www.otherpeopleexist.blogspot.com/"&gt; OPE&lt;/a&gt; which arrived yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG1-PjlCpmI/AAAAAAAADWo/v2TQh-x1PvI/s1600-h/green+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG1-PjlCpmI/AAAAAAAADWo/v2TQh-x1PvI/s400/green+tea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218966348906014306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is total B.S. that a perfume 'smells the same' on everyone. This green tea scent by Bulgari smells so good on my neighbor and on others, but on me it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;does not&lt;/span&gt;. The funny thing is, I assumed&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; it would&lt;/span&gt; smell nice on me, since I like so many Bulgari scents. Notice the Juicy Couture in the photo-well I didn't even feel like trying that one, but guess what? It smelled very very good on me. I'm not going to buy it, but it just goes to show... you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8840894342616155563?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8840894342616155563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8840894342616155563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SG1-PUp61HI/AAAAAAAADWY/6DFA3_JiKP0/s72-c/ched+coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-796268086000258094</id><published>2008-07-03T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:03.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if i was in your shoe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGzJ0xbkLSI/AAAAAAAADV8/sTV6gy2ELRA/s1600-h/DCP_8132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGzJ0xbkLSI/AAAAAAAADV8/sTV6gy2ELRA/s400/DCP_8132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218767976674897186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like the feel of the leather on this shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGzJ1M_m6lI/AAAAAAAADWE/XI3bXDurJqk/s1600-h/DCP_8137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGzJ1M_m6lI/AAAAAAAADWE/XI3bXDurJqk/s400/DCP_8137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218767984073828946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but it's just too tight !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGzJ1M014MI/AAAAAAAADWM/sOdsRNbhygk/s1600-h/DCP_8140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGzJ1M014MI/AAAAAAAADWM/sOdsRNbhygk/s400/DCP_8140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218767984028672194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do you have it in a half-size larger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-796268086000258094?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/796268086000258094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/796268086000258094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-was-in-your-shoe.html' title='if i was in your shoe...'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGzJ0xbkLSI/AAAAAAAADV8/sTV6gy2ELRA/s72-c/DCP_8132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-24430700548161022</id><published>2008-07-02T11:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:04.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News Bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGvMvcFncEI/AAAAAAAADVc/2m75k2crBsg/s1600-h/Reading+Merle+Sneed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGvMvcFncEI/AAAAAAAADVc/2m75k2crBsg/s400/Reading+Merle+Sneed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218489708604518466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://eddythekitten.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eddy&lt;/a&gt;, who has been blogging ever since he got this swell laptop, has named &lt;a href="http://merlesneed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Merle Sneed's blog&lt;/a&gt; as one of his favorites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGvMvvdy_0I/AAAAAAAADVk/aToJAX7xrDM/s1600-h/wall_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGvMvvdy_0I/AAAAAAAADVk/aToJAX7xrDM/s400/wall_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218489713806212930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jakob Dylan has gone solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGvMvh8USlI/AAAAAAAADVs/gQIkeER2J8c/s1600-h/200px-New_Morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGvMvh8USlI/AAAAAAAADVs/gQIkeER2J8c/s400/200px-New_Morning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218489710176127570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Morning shows a young Bob, possibly around Jakob's age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGvMv2dFAyI/AAAAAAAADV0/C61fPoapg3Q/s1600-h/ramona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGvMv2dFAyI/AAAAAAAADV0/C61fPoapg3Q/s400/ramona.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218489715682247458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes they do make perfume in Minnesota. You can find it hanging on the wall at the Minne~Mart right next to the auto air fresheners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-24430700548161022?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/24430700548161022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/24430700548161022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/news-bites.html' title='News Bites'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGvMvcFncEI/AAAAAAAADVc/2m75k2crBsg/s72-c/Reading+Merle+Sneed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-802188951079906076</id><published>2008-07-01T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:40:08.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Raj7xsNYFcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9XOQEHvNGi4/s1600-h/DCP_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Raj7xsNYFcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9XOQEHvNGi4/s400/DCP_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019538615803844034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Brief Interview with Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  d.chedwick: (looking around) I see you have quite a bit of perfume here. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BOB: I'm no Brian Eno, but I do like fragrances. This morning I'm wearing  Un Jardin le Sur Nil by Hermes. Yesterday I tested SJP's Lovely. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;d.chedwick: Do you have a favorite Cologne?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BOB: I have a top five, or six. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;d.chedwick: And they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB: I like the Guerlains. Molinard makes great perfumes too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d.chedwick: What do you think of SJP's Lovely?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BOB:  Well, pretty; but it has an unfinished feel to it. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;d.chedwick: What is your take on Un Jardin Sur le  Nil? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BOB: This one is very good. The top notes are Grapefruit and Green Mango...that will definitely wake you up.  What can I say? A very fresh scent.  Jean-Claude is a good friend and a great perfumer, he has a very original way of looking at things. He also gave me a bottle of Terre d'Hermes, which is just stunning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d.chedwick: You travel a great deal, how many perfumes do you take along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB: I have just one suitcase for perfumes, it has a lot of pockets, I could easily pack 60 bottles of perfume, but I'm really a bath products man, and those take up a lot of space, so I try and limit myself to about 10 bottles. Like I said, I'm no Brian Eno. He travels with maybe 200 bottles, and he's into those essential oils too. He has a lot of heavy baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d.chedwick: Do you carry a lot of sample packets and vials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BOB: People usually give me the largest size bottle to try, actually I would prefer some sample vials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d.chedwick: You realize I'm a cat, and I'm not really interviewing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB: I thought I'd just play along, you seem like a very nice cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-802188951079906076?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/802188951079906076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/802188951079906076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/01/interview.html' title='Bob Dylan Interview'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Raj7xsNYFcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9XOQEHvNGi4/s72-c/DCP_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-7156118101443273478</id><published>2008-07-01T00:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:04.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnabar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGlipy_95sI/AAAAAAAADTs/OyZNFvnSSIE/s1600-h/ChedCinnaLauder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGlipy_95sI/AAAAAAAADTs/OyZNFvnSSIE/s400/ChedCinnaLauder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217810113489659586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A collector's item: Estee Lauder makes these limited edition solid compacts, and this one holds Cinnabar. I've never tried an Estee solid, but the liquid perfume Cinnabar is still very popular. With head notes of strong spices and peaches, heart notes of cinnamon, florals and vanilla, and soul notes of patchouli and woods, this is a classic spicy oriental. Introduced in 1978, just before the big scents of the mid 80's hit. Some call it a luxurious winter scent, one that keeps you warm. Others dab on a tiny amount for evening. My friend Candace says she loves it for the same reasons she likes Ysatis and Mariella Burani. "A bottle lasts forever ~ you only need a drop on the back of your neck." Blends of spices and simple elegant florals with a fruit note like peach seems to be a winning formula. (Photo: Candace's Collection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, another story about Eddy's first day with us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGliqvMd6fI/AAAAAAAADT0/VSujGYT1fTc/s1600-h/ched-+string+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGliqvMd6fI/AAAAAAAADT0/VSujGYT1fTc/s400/ched-+string+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217810129648216562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chedwick: "Here, Eddy, let me show you how to play with that string thing!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGlirUzyLzI/AAAAAAAADT8/n6Ztq37zoAE/s1600-h/Ched-+Eddy+pulled+string.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGlirUzyLzI/AAAAAAAADT8/n6Ztq37zoAE/s400/Ched-+Eddy+pulled+string.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217810139745234738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oops! Eddy tore the string thing off the chair cushion ~ so I thought we could play with it a little while."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-7156118101443273478?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7156118101443273478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/7156118101443273478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/07/cinnabar.html' title='Cinnabar'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGlipy_95sI/AAAAAAAADTs/OyZNFvnSSIE/s72-c/ChedCinnaLauder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-541967478393255703</id><published>2008-06-30T00:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:05.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensing Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SBgkJtPRDTI/AAAAAAAAC7w/XPQdejSpzcw/s1600-h/DCP_6142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SBgkJtPRDTI/AAAAAAAAC7w/XPQdejSpzcw/s400/DCP_6142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194941919352917298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Habanita parfum by Molinard, Angelique Noire and Rose Barbare by Guerlain. These definitely have a sultry side, but they're more complex than that. They also have a happiness note. Dark doesn't have to be scary and/or depressing to be dark. Evening is an enjoyable time for plenty of people.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; sexy scent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGlHQBMASDI/AAAAAAAADTk/i-NNLTtHX20/s1600-h/DCP_8062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGlHQBMASDI/AAAAAAAADTk/i-NNLTtHX20/s400/DCP_8062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217779983807694898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our newest family member, Edward, is dreaming of the day he can get work as a perfume spokesmodel. He's already passed the sniff test ~ he really enjoys French fragrances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-541967478393255703?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/541967478393255703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/541967478393255703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/sensing-darkness.html' title='Sensing Darkness'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SBgkJtPRDTI/AAAAAAAAC7w/XPQdejSpzcw/s72-c/DCP_6142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-6860888317713294350</id><published>2008-06-28T20:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:05.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Bouquets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGbdOcR5VuI/AAAAAAAADTE/mF-HJ3s7l1M/s1600-h/bouquet+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGbdOcR5VuI/AAAAAAAADTE/mF-HJ3s7l1M/s400/bouquet+summer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217100458534459106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oooh! A fresh bouquet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGbdOsesAbI/AAAAAAAADTM/QsxQ6i9_9y0/s1600-h/bouguet+hard+to+resist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGbdOsesAbI/AAAAAAAADTM/QsxQ6i9_9y0/s400/bouguet+hard+to+resist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217100462883078578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not what you think --I'm not a plant eater at all, I just like to smell the flowers and greenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For summer fragrances, the Aqua Allegoria line from Guerlain is an easy way to go. I keep a couple in the 'fridge for extra hot days, but I also am loving Miss Dior Cherie for the second summer in a row. (I also like Coco Mademoiselle.) It's all about freshness and these scents are very cheery too. Who wants to smell matronly on a summer day? I say put on a cotton sun dress and some very light youthful scent. I tried Pure White Linen by Estee Lauder and was surprised how much it reminded me of Muquet des Bois by Coty. But I think I'd opt for Estee's newer fresher version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGbfUrCpbDI/AAAAAAAADTc/nzDhy4Vya8M/s1600-h/DCP_6622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGbfUrCpbDI/AAAAAAAADTc/nzDhy4Vya8M/s400/DCP_6622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217102764599503922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is a huge favorite with my homies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-6860888317713294350?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6860888317713294350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6860888317713294350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-bouquets.html' title='Summer Bouquets'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGbdOcR5VuI/AAAAAAAADTE/mF-HJ3s7l1M/s72-c/bouquet+summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-5431173185635246532</id><published>2008-06-27T00:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:06.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky Watch Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGQ_Eovmw-I/AAAAAAAADSs/XQ1jlebut48/s1600-h/Skywatch+Tangled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGQ_Eovmw-I/AAAAAAAADSs/XQ1jlebut48/s400/Skywatch+Tangled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216363617290994658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could probably maintain a blog of just photos of clouds. I've been a keen cloud watcher ever since I can remember, and have no problem watching the sky for an hour or two at one sitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGQ_EuusEuI/AAAAAAAADS0/cfr-IxwLJmA/s1600-h/DCP_8663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGQ_EuusEuI/AAAAAAAADS0/cfr-IxwLJmA/s400/DCP_8663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216363618897760994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dalistyle Perfume (2002) This one is roses by the seashore with a touch of modernity. I'm not big on the watery seaside note in perfumes, but this one is light and fresh. While it'll never make my top 30 list,  the playful Dali group of perfumes is worth checking out. There are dozens, and I've only tried two of them so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGQ_E_gGT4I/AAAAAAAADS8/SCQoNZHRZvk/s1600-h/DCP_8692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGQ_E_gGT4I/AAAAAAAADS8/SCQoNZHRZvk/s400/DCP_8692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216363623399968642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bottle was inspired by a character in a painting, the woman with roses on her head or something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-5431173185635246532?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5431173185635246532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/5431173185635246532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/sky-watch-friday.html' title='Sky Watch Friday'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGQ_Eovmw-I/AAAAAAAADSs/XQ1jlebut48/s72-c/Skywatch+Tangled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-1983006094989023508</id><published>2008-06-26T00:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:06.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today We're Transporting ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGFxrvUPXOI/AAAAAAAADSM/MWs42ofvBKw/s1600-h/Sul+17+prison+bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGFxrvUPXOI/AAAAAAAADSM/MWs42ofvBKw/s400/Sul+17+prison+bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215574839721417954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The green bus transported a half dozen men from the low security wing of our county's correctional facility. The men set to work scraping, cleaning and painting the facade of the old government building. Meanwhile, a mailman was sad because his truck (filled with mail for people just like you and me) broke down, and had to be towed away for repair. (A prison bus, a mail truck, a tow truck!) This block was just like a page out of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Busy Town&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGFxsdIXz7I/AAAAAAAADSU/wGOJLrAHD5I/s1600-h/DCP_9275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGFxsdIXz7I/AAAAAAAADSU/wGOJLrAHD5I/s400/DCP_9275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215574852019670962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then a typical farm pick-up truck drove past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to do a post on fuel (trains, planes, and automobiles) but then I saw this group of inmates and was able to talk with them and their nice guard. These inmates are just beginning a  building maintenance class that includes instruction on plumbing, electrical work and carpentry. Everyone works at their own pace. The inmates are so happy to be in these classes, learning something beyond the usual janitorial work that almost 80% of them do. This is Transportation theme day, but I'm also thinking about programs for Transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some bonus pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGF9WCZl4NI/AAAAAAAADSc/fNfOJ75lHYU/s1600-h/Inmates+at+work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGF9WCZl4NI/AAAAAAAADSc/fNfOJ75lHYU/s400/Inmates+at+work.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215587661026549970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGF9X9LdRBI/AAAAAAAADSk/mtoORFIlATY/s1600-h/Inmate+paints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGF9X9LdRBI/AAAAAAAADSk/mtoORFIlATY/s400/Inmate+paints.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215587693984826386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-1983006094989023508?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/1983006094989023508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/1983006094989023508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-were-transporting.html' title='Today We&apos;re Transporting ...'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGFxrvUPXOI/AAAAAAAADSM/MWs42ofvBKw/s72-c/Sul+17+prison+bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8801991815725257787</id><published>2008-06-25T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:07.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Woodbine Twines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF7XCXPW4xI/AAAAAAAADQ8/HzpbkJE7dHE/s1600-h/Chedwick%27s+Woodbine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF7XCXPW4xI/AAAAAAAADQ8/HzpbkJE7dHE/s400/Chedwick%27s+Woodbine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214841854139753234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend every book I picked up mentioned Honeysuckle. In one novel I finished, a main character was always vaguely scented with a sweet honeysuckle perfume. So I pulled out the florilegeum and took a picture of this page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF69JYVB8AI/AAAAAAAADQ0/r7TK3yaMXh0/s1600-h/1899+children%27s+bk:+Ched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF69JYVB8AI/AAAAAAAADQ0/r7TK3yaMXh0/s400/1899+children%27s+bk:+Ched.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214813387388743682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I flipped through this children's book called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Flowers and Their Friends&lt;/span&gt; written in 1897.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Le Chevrefeuille&lt;/span&gt; perfume by Annick Goutal is a soli-floral honeysuckle scent. I wish I could say I've tried it, but I haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of perfumes must have a nice honeysuckle note, but I'm drawing a complete blank. All I know is the vine is blooming like crazy in some places now, and it's very enjoyable while it lasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I first discovered &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Woodbine&lt;/span&gt; in a Robert Burns poem when I was a kid and looked it up, only to find it was another name for honeysuckle (or sometimes, the Virginia Creeper vine.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oft did I rove by Bonnie Doon &lt;br /&gt;To see the rose and woodbine twine &lt;br /&gt;And every bird sang of its love &lt;br /&gt;As fondly once I sang of mine... &lt;br /&gt;~Robbie Burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair&lt;br /&gt;Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air&lt;br /&gt;Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow&lt;br /&gt;Well my heart's in the Highlands,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go..."&lt;br /&gt;~Bob Dylan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8801991815725257787?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8801991815725257787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8801991815725257787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/1899-childrens-book.html' title='Where the Woodbine Twines'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF7XCXPW4xI/AAAAAAAADQ8/HzpbkJE7dHE/s72-c/Chedwick%27s+Woodbine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-2996200280723894221</id><published>2008-06-24T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:07.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marc Jacobs Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGBEljP1bnI/AAAAAAAADRs/80qeGnomZBc/s1600-h/Dennis+says+lean+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGBEljP1bnI/AAAAAAAADRs/80qeGnomZBc/s400/Dennis+says+lean+in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215243780402540146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dennis shows Chedwick how he wants him to pose for the Marc Jacob's perfume shoot. "Like this, breathe, and then say:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ahhh... nice and light for summer! A breezy fresh gardenia!&lt;/span&gt; got it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGBEos_LQdI/AAAAAAAADR0/xeJOfLJ0Ug8/s1600-h/Ched+is+hired+Marc+Jacobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGBEos_LQdI/AAAAAAAADR0/xeJOfLJ0Ug8/s400/Ched+is+hired+Marc+Jacobs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215243834556629458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ched is upset: "I was told Ben Affleck was going to direct me - not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;!" Chedwick scampers off the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGBEol94uaI/AAAAAAAADR8/CvMCwfRMFyQ/s1600-h/difference+of+opinion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGBEol94uaI/AAAAAAAADR8/CvMCwfRMFyQ/s400/difference+of+opinion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215243832672172450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dennis thinks for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGBEo-FP8MI/AAAAAAAADSE/jW1qh25JPtQ/s1600-h/Dennis+decides+to+direct+the+shoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGBEo-FP8MI/AAAAAAAADSE/jW1qh25JPtQ/s400/Dennis+decides+to+direct+the+shoot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215243839145504962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm the director here, and if you don't like it, I'll just get an Olsen twin!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-2996200280723894221?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2996200280723894221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2996200280723894221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/marc-jacobs-shoot.html' title='The Marc Jacobs Shoot'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SGBEljP1bnI/AAAAAAAADRs/80qeGnomZBc/s72-c/Dennis+says+lean+in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-6178812697128335405</id><published>2008-06-23T06:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:08.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious Chedwick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF-kVEJFnrI/AAAAAAAADRM/pdcMiVPZrMY/s1600-h/Carbon+pawprint%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF-kVEJFnrI/AAAAAAAADRM/pdcMiVPZrMY/s400/Carbon+pawprint%3F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215067575314390706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been thinking about my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Carbon Pawprint&lt;/span&gt;. I have a friend who doesn't own a car, so I get asked to drive her here and there quite a bit, which I don't mind until she starts bragging how her carbon pawprint is&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Lighter&lt;/span&gt; than mine since she doesn't own a car. And I'm thinking of all the places I would never have driven to except that she needed to go there, and the bus was an option, but getting a ride is better. Does this mean she is increasing my pawprint? I think she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF-kVQ1M9KI/AAAAAAAADRU/RSC6HrEyFqo/s1600-h/Flannery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF-kVQ1M9KI/AAAAAAAADRU/RSC6HrEyFqo/s400/Flannery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215067578720646306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And speaking of cars... what happens when the driver of this car finishes reading his Flannery O'Connor? Does he start over again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF-kVSPwgAI/AAAAAAAADRc/iVC6gXfkCH4/s1600-h/ched%27s+blog+asst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF-kVSPwgAI/AAAAAAAADRc/iVC6gXfkCH4/s400/ched%27s+blog+asst.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215067579100463106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And another thing I'm curious about is my new blog assistant, Ricky. I hired Ricky last week and since he's shy I didn't ask him what kind of animal he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Maybe that's a politically incorrect  question nowadays ?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-6178812697128335405?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6178812697128335405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6178812697128335405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/curious-chedwick.html' title='Curious Chedwick'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF-kVEJFnrI/AAAAAAAADRM/pdcMiVPZrMY/s72-c/Carbon+pawprint%3F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-924488500064722921</id><published>2008-06-22T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:09.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Pig Mystery Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF2sORrhllI/AAAAAAAADQM/kZKo5hRbKWY/s1600-h/DCP_8706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF2sORrhllI/AAAAAAAADQM/kZKo5hRbKWY/s400/DCP_8706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214513304829007442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frowny pig toy in the &lt;a href="http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/search?q=loquats"&gt;jumble of orange things&lt;/a&gt; post was the famous Pig Won't. When you flip the pig over, he becomes Pig Will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF2uyqgTdFI/AAAAAAAADQs/mj2OLuLdetU/s1600-h/DCP_8713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF2uyqgTdFI/AAAAAAAADQs/mj2OLuLdetU/s400/DCP_8713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214516128991376466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SEgao4WYVCI/AAAAAAAADLY/vme9Nw9LT30/s1600-h/41VR6JK6ZYL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SEgao4WYVCI/AAAAAAAADLY/vme9Nw9LT30/s400/41VR6JK6ZYL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208442258677322786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kids love this book even though it's a basic etiquette book. They chuckle at the rudeness of Pig Won't at first, but soon  kids see he would be a complete drag to go anyplace with because he's so obnoxious-- bad behavior ends up being tiring for everyone and ruins many an outing. Very controversial now, because Pig Won't does get a spanking from his mommy --  the book will probably be altered at some point because of this act of violence, but the pig parents are loving and simply refuse to allow Pig Won't to act like a complete  A-Hole. In the end, he becomes a better and happier pig and wants his nickname changed from Pig Won't to something more positive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF2sOWZGcAI/AAAAAAAADQU/bZM-H5r_QBM/s1600-h/close+up+lowly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF2sOWZGcAI/AAAAAAAADQU/bZM-H5r_QBM/s400/close+up+lowly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214513306093907970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And speaking of name changes, Lowly worm was a nice character who came under scrutiny for having a name that might cause him to have low self esteem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF2sOrYc-YI/AAAAAAAADQc/o2u8yhh0c4s/s1600-h/Lowly+Worm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF2sOrYc-YI/AAAAAAAADQc/o2u8yhh0c4s/s400/Lowly+Worm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214513311728335234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So far, Lowly has resisted having a name change forced on him by concerned parents. When I asked him about it he explained: "I may be just a working class worm, but I have pride in the family name. The Lowly family has got nothing to be ashamed of!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Richard Scarry's books have been simplified since kids can't always understand the wording. (he sometimes used British or old fashioned expressions, and these were modified or deleted for American readers.) I miss the bits that were removed, and in some cases a lot of charm was removed with the bits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF2sOx7RfBI/AAAAAAAADQk/6YV83AqFR_I/s1600-h/DCP_8515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF2sOx7RfBI/AAAAAAAADQk/6YV83AqFR_I/s400/DCP_8515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214513313484995602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This car almost ran me down on Thursday. (what would happen to my blog if I was completely flattened?) I was walking along, (having just taken the pics of lowly worm in his apple car) when this Honda Accord driven by an elderly man lurched up onto the sidewalk. I had to leap out of the way (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;insert small heart attack here.&lt;/span&gt;) He showed absolutely no remorse (he didn't even seem to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; me at all.) I waited until he was parking and went over to take a quick snap. (Just watching this zombie try to park his car was totally worth the wait.) So if you see this car, you've been warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-924488500064722921?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/924488500064722921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/924488500064722921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-pig-mystery-ends.html' title='Big Pig Mystery Ends'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SF2sORrhllI/AAAAAAAADQM/kZKo5hRbKWY/s72-c/DCP_8706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-908304201387139227</id><published>2008-06-21T05:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:09.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfume Notes: Vanilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFzcjdjsLhI/AAAAAAAADQE/BG4XxsYCQ1M/s1600-h/Perfume+Poster+ched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFzcjdjsLhI/AAAAAAAADQE/BG4XxsYCQ1M/s400/Perfume+Poster+ched.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214284970376048146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since six of my readers tell me they don't care for vanilla in perfume, I thought I'd explain why vanilla is in most perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vanilla note is a must for all love potions, as it's long been considered an aphrodiasiac scent molecule. Not only does it smell good on its own, but it enhances the fragrance of other notes, especially woods, spices, peppery notes and florals. If you want your sandalwood to smell stronger or richer, paring it with vanilla can do the trick. A rose is rosier when the right amount of vanilla is added. Vanilla can take the sharp edge off peppery or ginger notes while keeping them true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla is also a natural fixative for perfumes. (Not all natural fixatives are safe to use, so vanilla is a good choice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way Guerlain and Goutal use vanilla in their fragrance bases. It's always there, but so well done, so well blended, that it doesn't stand out, except in the creations they want it to stand out in (for Annick Goutal that would be the almondy soft Vanilla Exquise and for Guerlain the delicious smoky Spiritueuse Double Vanille.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla planifolia is just like every other note in perfumery, you'll love the way it's handled in one scent, and dislike it in another. ( I used to say I couldn't wear any perfumes with a cinnamon note in them--until I found I'd been happily wearing a few for several years.) It's impossible for me to list every single note when describing a perfume, so mostly I list a small percentage, to give a general idea of what the perfume might be like. However, the only way to tell is to smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are though, if you don't like pure vanilla when baking or eating desserts, you're not going to enjoy a gourmand perfume like Hanae Mori's Butterfly or other perfumes that may use a larger amount of vanilla. Each perfumer or fragrance company has their own way of blending vanilla, and the quality varies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual: Vintage perfume poster / Asia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-908304201387139227?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/908304201387139227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/908304201387139227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/perfume-notes-vanilla.html' title='Perfume Notes: Vanilla'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFzcjdjsLhI/AAAAAAAADQE/BG4XxsYCQ1M/s72-c/Perfume+Poster+ched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8382297499632980133</id><published>2008-06-20T00:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:09.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chedwick Loves Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFruyVLeN0I/AAAAAAAADP0/LCDnccDUQSI/s1600-h/Trouble+4+Ched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFruyVLeN0I/AAAAAAAADP0/LCDnccDUQSI/s400/Trouble+4+Ched.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213742067080902466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chedwick wants Trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFruynNW6CI/AAAAAAAADP8/007SE4zRA8g/s1600-h/DCP_8501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFruynNW6CI/AAAAAAAADP8/007SE4zRA8g/s400/DCP_8501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213742071920650274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe next Christmas he'll get a bottle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble by Boucheron (Gold Bottle)  2004 Perfumer: Jacques Cavallier&lt;br /&gt;This is a blend of roses, including black rose, orange blossom, bitter almond, vanilla, amber, and sandalwood. It's been compared to Dior's Hypnotic Poison (which its head notes do resemble) Dior's Addict (shares a sexy warm heart note) and Tocade by Rochas (it does have a Tocade-like  note that lasts quite awhile, which must be the black rose extract--very nice.) I'd rather have Trouble than the two Dior scents it resembles though, because like Tocade, it is something very wearable and sexy. Nothing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;iffy&lt;/span&gt; about it.  It takes about 15 or 20 minutes before it blossoms into a really fabulous fragrance. Don't judge it by its headnotes, but by its heart &amp; soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jacques Cavallier is also the nose behind other scents that I like: Stella, Hot Couture by Givenchy, and Tom Ford's Noir de Noir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble Eau Legere (Bottle in foreground on its side) 2006 Perfumer: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lighter version of Trouble, but really very light. I don't see any need for a lighter version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Revlon had a perfume called Trouble circa 1989, and it was nothing like the scents shown in the photo here. I never see the Revlon scent anymore, which is fine with me.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some people develop eye strain looking for trouble." ~ Old Saying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8382297499632980133?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8382297499632980133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8382297499632980133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/chedwick-loves-trouble.html' title='Chedwick Loves Trouble'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFruyVLeN0I/AAAAAAAADP0/LCDnccDUQSI/s72-c/Trouble+4+Ched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8720818702634158273</id><published>2008-06-19T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:10.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Amuse You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFnWqRFnStI/AAAAAAAADPk/tIDYgeS6Aj0/s1600-h/Ched%27s+Monsters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFnWqRFnStI/AAAAAAAADPk/tIDYgeS6Aj0/s400/Ched%27s+Monsters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213434065287858898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most amusing thing about these boys (who I saw quite by accident two days ago) was the fact that they had no idea they were posing under a sign that made them appear to be on sale. They'd just climbed onto the display case in the middle of playing some game and it turned into sitting nicely and posing when I took my camera out -- one of them saw me and alerted the others to the&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Photo Op&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFnWqv3lbvI/AAAAAAAADPs/hZ51E6d_MEQ/s1600-h/DCP_8387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFnWqv3lbvI/AAAAAAAADPs/hZ51E6d_MEQ/s400/DCP_8387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213434073550515954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was out looking for something amusing in my neighborhood, and finding nothing much, I headed for the pet shop (which turned out to be depressing.) Next door to the pet shop was a strange amusement place for kids I'd never noticed before. It was dark and weird inside, and this odd &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cosmetology Fun Zone&lt;/span&gt; caught my eye. The mom and boy reflected in the mirror were attached to one of the many machines that gave the place a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;casino for kids&lt;/span&gt; vibe. There were workers standing around having personal conversations who could not care less that I had climbed over a barrier, entered without paying, without a kid, to climb on stuff and take pictures of the creepy world they were slacking off in. Once I left I wasn't even sure the place actually existed. I decided not to look back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8720818702634158273?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8720818702634158273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8720818702634158273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-we-amuse-you.html' title='Do We Amuse You?'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFnWqRFnStI/AAAAAAAADPk/tIDYgeS6Aj0/s72-c/Ched%27s+Monsters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-3728414295785326387</id><published>2008-06-18T09:50:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:10.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Trips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFkT7tYML2I/AAAAAAAADO8/BVFw3C3pwB8/s1600-h/DCP_8434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFkT7tYML2I/AAAAAAAADO8/BVFw3C3pwB8/s400/DCP_8434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213219960172326754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I amused myself while standing in line by doodling a smiley face on the back of my hand with a sample Nanette pen at Sephora last month. Roses + Peach = a winning combination. I returned yesterday to purchase one. Roller balls are hardly new, I've seen some ancient ones from the 1960s, but who knows when they were invented? Anyway, thanks to Airline travel restrictions, roller balls are making a big comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanette Lepore (Fashion designer b. 1972, Youngstown Ohio.) I like this rosy scent because it's a fresh floral with peach, lime, and light cherry blossom &amp; vanilla notes in a light sandalwood - amber base. There's nothing 'sporty' about it, it's simply feminine and very light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFkT7gANstI/AAAAAAAADPE/GrnewXgnRB0/s1600-h/Chedwick+2+RO+Bot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFkT7gANstI/AAAAAAAADPE/GrnewXgnRB0/s400/Chedwick+2+RO+Bot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213219956582101714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can buy tiny roller ball bottles online and fill them with your favorite scents. Perfect for a summer of traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFkT7zvkayI/AAAAAAAADPM/tfEoXGU6k9M/s1600-h/DCP_8446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFkT7zvkayI/AAAAAAAADPM/tfEoXGU6k9M/s400/DCP_8446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213219961880996642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lavanila sells an elegant roller ball bottle of their scents. I think I got this one (at left) for about $14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavanila Vanilla Grapefruit (this isn't a bitter grapefruit, but a sweet zesty one.) The creamy vanilla is the real star here though,  with just a dash of lime and bergamot-- another fresh sweet feminine summer scent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-3728414295785326387?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3728414295785326387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/3728414295785326387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-amused-myself-while-standing-in-line.html' title='Summer Trips'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFkT7tYML2I/AAAAAAAADO8/BVFw3C3pwB8/s72-c/DCP_8434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-6741512464345306874</id><published>2008-06-17T11:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:11.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfume Episodes TV Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFgKDM0kkAI/AAAAAAAADOk/nzBwIp2opSw/s1600-h/DCP_5476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFgKDM0kkAI/AAAAAAAADOk/nzBwIp2opSw/s400/DCP_5476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212927618778959874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayfield VS. Mayberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally and Beaver, citizens of Mayfield, decide to sell perfume! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the name of the perfume? &lt;br /&gt;a. Flower of the Orient&lt;br /&gt;b. Ever So Charming &lt;br /&gt;c. Evening in Mayfield&lt;br /&gt;d. Emeraude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What prize would they win if they sold enough bottles?&lt;br /&gt;a. a trip to Bermuda&lt;br /&gt;b. free donuts for one year&lt;br /&gt;c. a movie projector&lt;br /&gt;d. a time machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was one of the fragrant notes in the perfume?&lt;br /&gt;a. Mayfield mimosa&lt;br /&gt;b. Long Island driftwood&lt;br /&gt;c. baseball mitt&lt;br /&gt;d. skunky something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFgKFvvtzII/AAAAAAAADOs/jJUvpzJkLho/s1600-h/DCP_6288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFgKFvvtzII/AAAAAAAADOs/jJUvpzJkLho/s400/DCP_6288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212927662513572994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, over yonder in Mayberry, Opie takes a job at the drugstore &amp;  breaks a bottle of perfume! He now has to spend all of his savings to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What was Opie originally saving his earnings to buy?&lt;br /&gt;a. a banjo for his girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;b. an electric guitar&lt;br /&gt;c. a set of drums with cool cymbals&lt;br /&gt;d. a time machine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What was the name of the perfume Opie broke?&lt;br /&gt;a. Cannabis Santal&lt;br /&gt;b. Blue Moonlight&lt;br /&gt;c. Evening Splendor&lt;br /&gt;d. Romantic Rebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What does Opie's boss do at the end of the episode?&lt;br /&gt;a. breaks a bottle of liniment.&lt;br /&gt;b. breaks open a bottle of Jack Daniels&lt;br /&gt;c. breaks a bottle of medicine&lt;br /&gt;d. break dances ( after using a time machine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Ched: Green Apple Japanese Room Scent, Old Domino of St. Louis Cologne bottle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-6741512464345306874?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6741512464345306874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6741512464345306874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/perfume-episodes-quiz.html' title='Perfume Episodes TV Quiz'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFgKDM0kkAI/AAAAAAAADOk/nzBwIp2opSw/s72-c/DCP_5476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8529759444432019805</id><published>2008-06-16T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:43:10.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RbJ7C8NYFnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xT9DrOlR59c/s1600-h/DCP_0005_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RbJ7C8NYFnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xT9DrOlR59c/s400/DCP_0005_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022211824923711090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Ra1avcNYFfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/M2LsVnLAU-U/s1600-h/DCP_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Ra1avcNYFfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/M2LsVnLAU-U/s400/DCP_0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020768930660619762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               - Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dreamer  (Launched about a year before Gianni Versace was killed.)&lt;br /&gt;Imagined by Gianni Versace, inspired by barrooms, gin &amp; tonics, meadows and John Lennon's song 'Imagine'&lt;br /&gt;and I'd love to know who the perfumer is.&lt;br /&gt; (UPDATE: the perfumer is Jean Pierre Bethouart, who also created Parfum Sacre for Caron &lt;br /&gt;and Co-Nosed Givenchy's Ange Ou Demon with Olivier Cresp.)&lt;br /&gt;Head Notes: Juniper, Wild Flowers. Linden&lt;br /&gt;Heart Notes: Lily, Iris,Tarragon, Artemesia, &lt;br /&gt;Vanilla, Amber, Tobacco, Spices, Woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensual intense fresh spicy sexy &lt;br /&gt;manly, yet unisex... The Dreamer is everything, it seems. &lt;br /&gt;works well when the woman is wearing L'Heure Bleue or Insolence&lt;br /&gt;as it has the same fresh transparent yet spicy, romantic, haunting feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8529759444432019805?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8529759444432019805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8529759444432019805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2007/01/dreams.html' title='The Dreamer'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/RbJ7C8NYFnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xT9DrOlR59c/s72-c/DCP_0005_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-8743345973284562108</id><published>2008-06-16T00:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:11.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serge Lutens et Chedwick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFVqGobFGjI/AAAAAAAADOU/MACPZ_zbPuM/s1600-h/award+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFVqGobFGjI/AAAAAAAADOU/MACPZ_zbPuM/s400/award+cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212188805913975346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 2007 the French Government gave Chedwick and Serge Lutens both the title of "Commandeur" in the Order of Arts and Letters. Serge and Ched have been close pals ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We just hit it off." ~ Chedwick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chedwick est un chat épatant!"  ~Serge Lutens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFVpxMfBuaI/AAAAAAAADOE/mu5MYvdcVSo/s1600-h/Chedwick+Serge+Lutens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFVpxMfBuaI/AAAAAAAADOE/mu5MYvdcVSo/s400/Chedwick+Serge+Lutens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212188437637085602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ched enjoys many of the Lutens fragrances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that ginger and pepper can be quite refreshing in hot weather." ~ Chedwick on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Five O'Clock Au Gingembre&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFVpxlqUcLI/AAAAAAAADOM/xhMzP0njkoA/s1600-h/Nahema_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFVpxlqUcLI/AAAAAAAADOM/xhMzP0njkoA/s400/Nahema_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212188444395335858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ched is not the only famous perfumed cat. His distant cousin, Jean Paul,  not only appeared in a Nahema advertisement, but was the pet of the famous Guerlain family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-8743345973284562108?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8743345973284562108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/8743345973284562108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/serge-lutens-et-chedwick.html' title='Serge Lutens et Chedwick'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFVqGobFGjI/AAAAAAAADOU/MACPZ_zbPuM/s72-c/award+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-6207774579264580482</id><published>2008-06-15T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:11.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFMJKBL6gQI/AAAAAAAADNo/yFqxmSFzcp8/s1600-h/Chedwick+Summer+bottles+Watercolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFMJKBL6gQI/AAAAAAAADNo/yFqxmSFzcp8/s400/Chedwick+Summer+bottles+Watercolor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211519261519544578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Empty perfume bottles make nice little vases. Play with the photograph in iPhoto for a minute, and it looks like a painting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFMJKXhxGCI/AAAAAAAADN4/JbtRp90UMhc/s1600-h/Ched.Shalimar+rosebud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFMJKXhxGCI/AAAAAAAADN4/JbtRp90UMhc/s400/Ched.Shalimar+rosebud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211519267516782626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is for my father who loved flowers and the scent of Shalimar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-6207774579264580482?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6207774579264580482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/6207774579264580482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFMJKBL6gQI/AAAAAAAADNo/yFqxmSFzcp8/s72-c/Chedwick+Summer+bottles+Watercolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-2848146324950285691</id><published>2008-06-13T00:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:12.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibbing Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFBi6BJH72I/AAAAAAAADNA/3SRAr0T-HM4/s1600-h/thankyou,+Vplus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFBi6BJH72I/AAAAAAAADNA/3SRAr0T-HM4/s400/thankyou,+Vplus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210773517746302818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogger &lt;a href="http://mousemedicine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; and I are planning a winter trek to Hibbing, Minnesota. First we'll wait at this friendly looking Greyhound bus station for our bus to Hibbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFBi7NzODTI/AAAAAAAADNI/1n89f-cWLz8/s1600-h/Walking+Tour+of+places+that+once+existed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFBi7NzODTI/AAAAAAAADNI/1n89f-cWLz8/s400/Walking+Tour+of+places+that+once+existed.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210773538323959090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once in Hibbing, we'll go to The Chamber of Commerce to get a Bob Dylan Walking Tour folder that includes this map. We'll have lunch at The China Buffet which used to be a clothing store where Bob's uncle's best friend's cousin once worked, and see Bob's childhood home as well as the schools he attended and places where he may have once smoked a cigarette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFBi8LWirlI/AAAAAAAADNQ/zF9eD0dnjfQ/s1600-h/Diorama+of+diorama+construction.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFBi8LWirlI/AAAAAAAADNQ/zF9eD0dnjfQ/s400/Diorama+of+diorama+construction.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210773554846674514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We'll want to get warm after walking around the winter wonderland that is Hibbing, so we'll duck into a nearby museum to see a diorama of the very first diorama being built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFBi8_hv20I/AAAAAAAADNY/l4YOpbVAZ34/s1600-h/Hibbing+Greyhound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFBi8_hv20I/AAAAAAAADNY/l4YOpbVAZ34/s400/Hibbing+Greyhound.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210773568852319042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, the Greyhound Bus also has its roots in Hibbing, so we'll go to the Greyhound bus museum and take pictures of each other waving out the windows of very old Greyhound buses, before going back home on a modern Greyhound bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't set a date for the trek yet, but as soon as really cold weather sets in, we'll be on our way to that bus station. If anyone wants to join in the fun, let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credits: Vplus (Bus Station), Hibbing COC (walking tour map) &lt;br /&gt;Hibbing Museums (Diorama, Bus Poster)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-2848146324950285691?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2848146324950285691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2848146324950285691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/hibbing-trek.html' title='Hibbing Trek'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SFBi6BJH72I/AAAAAAAADNA/3SRAr0T-HM4/s72-c/thankyou,+Vplus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-382460618074380325</id><published>2008-06-13T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:12.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chant D'Aromes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SB5BxNPRDkI/AAAAAAAAC98/zxoFPvwnoEg/s1600-h/DCP_6684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SB5BxNPRDkI/AAAAAAAAC98/zxoFPvwnoEg/s400/DCP_6684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196663333655219778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chant D'Aromes    (1962) perfumer: Jean Paul Guerlain&lt;br /&gt;head notes: mandarin, bergamot, honeysuckle&lt;br /&gt;heart notes : gardenia, jasmine, ylang-ylang&lt;br /&gt;soul notes : woods, earthy forest note, vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extremely light elegant floral with a nice base. The name says it all, a scent that sings. It starts off soft and powdery, and the first time I tried it I spritzed on too much and couldn't appreciate it. But I've been wearing it during this heat wave and find it to be a  quiet honeysuckle gardenia blend with a note that reminds me of a high end cocoa butter (probably the earthy forest note blending with the famous Guerlain vanilla.) I think this one would be either too old fashioned or too demure for most people~ a good summer scent though. I have to give it two paws up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-382460618074380325?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/382460618074380325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/382460618074380325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/chant-daromes.html' title='Chant D&apos;Aromes'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SB5BxNPRDkI/AAAAAAAAC98/zxoFPvwnoEg/s72-c/DCP_6684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-2274929031507103987</id><published>2008-06-12T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:12.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Bridges in Granny Panties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SEsBsA0-DxI/AAAAAAAADMI/U2S-bxcFqnQ/s1600-h/weird+jeff+bridges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SEsBsA0-DxI/AAAAAAAADMI/U2S-bxcFqnQ/s400/weird+jeff+bridges.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209259249632153362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chedwick thought the  Jeff Bridges doll that Dennis ordered was creepy.  The Bridges doll's body is muslin and his granny panties are 100% cotton. Made in USA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-2274929031507103987?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2274929031507103987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2274929031507103987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/jeff-bridges-in-granny-panties.html' title='Jeff Bridges in Granny Panties'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SEsBsA0-DxI/AAAAAAAADMI/U2S-bxcFqnQ/s72-c/weird+jeff+bridges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-4520307810571341188</id><published>2008-06-10T15:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:13.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ched's Green Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SE7wLdr1ANI/AAAAAAAADMw/AQ3B5Z1tfFY/s1600-h/Chedart:cupholder08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SE7wLdr1ANI/AAAAAAAADMw/AQ3B5Z1tfFY/s400/Chedart:cupholder08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210365898651926738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to use found objects to paint on, but usually it's a piece of wood or metal I find in someone's trash. This morning, this object was brought into the house, and while it's rare for one to come into our house, I started thinking of how many of these are out there, being brought into homes and offices every day and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never used a second time&lt;/span&gt;. So I decided to decorate this one and re-use it the next time we get our coffee or Chedwick Cola &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SE7wL4Rd2dI/AAAAAAAADM4/Oc-SFXL3l1g/s1600-h/ChedColaCup%26Holder08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SE7wL4Rd2dI/AAAAAAAADM4/Oc-SFXL3l1g/s400/ChedColaCup%26Holder08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210365905789114834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the people at my house prefer drinking Ched Cola over Coke or Pepsi? The answer is easy. Ched Cola is always chilled to perfection and contains delicious Jamaican Rum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-4520307810571341188?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4520307810571341188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/4520307810571341188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/cheds-green-art.html' title='Ched&apos;s Green Art'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SE7wLdr1ANI/AAAAAAAADMw/AQ3B5Z1tfFY/s72-c/Chedart:cupholder08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338970258682477968.post-2160730151413182933</id><published>2008-06-09T14:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:25:13.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected Garden, Sleeping Fawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SE2bYKGyefI/AAAAAAAADMY/AMgAThhwguI/s1600-h/Ched%27s+garden+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SE2bYKGyefI/AAAAAAAADMY/AMgAThhwguI/s400/Ched%27s+garden+08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209991183269526002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just moments after I took this picture, I walked across my neglected garden and began pulling weeds out of a thick fuzzy patch that had been neglected for years. Out flew a fawn. But for some reason the fawn stayed in the yard (although huge gaps in the neglected fence are everywhere) nibbling delicious weeds and staring at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SE2bYc2kNiI/AAAAAAAADMg/cnaUB3qyDx4/s1600-h/CHEDfawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SE2bYc2kNiI/AAAAAAAADMg/cnaUB3qyDx4/s400/CHEDfawn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209991188301755938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More curious than frightened the fawn let me get pretty close. My Stone Age camera has no fancy lenses. After I backed off, it continued to chew and look at me, then after awhile to chew and ignore me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SE2bY_FTmYI/AAAAAAAADMo/Uwc6EeOtZuA/s1600-h/CuriousFawn+CHED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SE2bY_FTmYI/AAAAAAAADMo/Uwc6EeOtZuA/s400/CuriousFawn+CHED.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209991197490387330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this is the second time in two weeks that I've walked right past a sleeping fawn. And I mean close enough to almost trip over the fawn. The first incident was in the Catskills, in the woods, where I blithely hiked past a sleeping fawn that suddenly sprang up right in front of  another blogger, &lt;a href="http://mousemedicine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;, who was walking just a few feet behind me. A few days ago, while touring my very neglected suburban garden, this second &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;awakening of a fawn&lt;/span&gt; happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coincidence? &lt;br /&gt;2. Is Mother earth trying to tell me one of my totem animals is a fawn? &lt;br /&gt;3. Is the New York State deer population at an all time high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is #3 , people, please spay and neuter your deer before letting them go outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338970258682477968-2160730151413182933?l=tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2160730151413182933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338970258682477968/posts/default/2160730151413182933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledupinlheurebleue.blogspot.com/2008/06/neglected-garden-sleeping-fawn.html' title='Neglected Garden, Sleeping Fawn'/><author><name>d. chedwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205693811392933385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/Rky9beTHStI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lxg3Y82JdjM/s400/DCP_0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJJMFIwVw40/SE2bYKGyefI/AAAAAAAADMY/AMgAThhwguI/s72-c/Ched%27s+garden+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
