October 2007 Archives

My appointment was on a Saturday. It was a beautiful fall day, one of those perfect New York days, where everything is gorgeous and cozy and beautiful and nice. I walked to SoHo from my brand new apartment in the East Village, loving the fact that I could just walk to SoHo. (I don't think I took a cab for months, I was so thrilled to be able to walk everywhere.) The salon was warm and welcoming. They gave me some green tea. At the end of my time there, my hair was soft and silky and smelled amazing. I also got a nice goodie back filled with the stylists new line, which included one of the nicest lip balms I have ever used. That was the John Masters Salon. It was a perfect experience that I've rarely thought about since then.

The other day I was at Whole Foods. It's many years later, and perhaps now I take the walking for granted. Sometimes. Anyway, I needed a new face wash, as I have for sometime. I was scraping out the insides of a Bliss cleanser that I was sick of anyway. I didn't want to spend a fortune, but Cetaphil makes me dry. 

Anyway, I decided to browse the upstairs beauty aread at WF. And there on the wall, near the Doctor Haushka, which I also love, was John Masters Organics Rose Foaming Face wash. I decided to take a chance on it. And I am glad I did. It smells glorious. And it makes my skin feel soft and clean but not dry which is a true miracle. Everytime I've washed my face for the past week, I lift my head and say "I love this stuff!" I bugged RC to try it. He too likes, and we all know he is a skincare diva.

Bravo Mr. Masters! 

Whatever did we do for fun without the internet? I don't even know where to start! This falls under so bad it's brilliant. Her outfit is wonderful. Her acting, unbelievable! And her trumpet skills are well, indescribable.  Oh I hurt from laughing

Playing around, I slipped them on. The upper felt soft as a slipper. The high high high wedge felt solid and sturdy; shoes made for tramping, not tottering. I loved them the moment I put them on. It's a little bit of a case of beauty and the beast. They are rather ugly, like a strange Victorian anomaly, yet they are also demure and delicate. I didn't know what to do with them, so I held them. A woman came by with a fawning salesman. She peered down.

"I want THOSE!" She pointed at me. I cradled the shoes in my lap protectively. 

"Oh! I am afraid they are the last in the store! We may have a pair in black..." He nearly wept, for her glare was piercing.

"No! Brown! I don't NEED black!" She hissed violently. It all made sense to me. These shoes needed rescuing. They were orphans. Rich, yet needy. 

Well dear reader, here they are at home, resting comfortably. They are eager to get out and see the world, but like any orphan, also happy to have found a good home. The other shoes have taken them into their bosoms; the Miu Miu flats especially like them, and their fellow Louboutins have been very gracious, sharing their space in the shoe rack.