My research paper is due at noon today and I'm almost done.

My Dogs arrived yesterday. I've only gotten a chance to wear Kelly Pool, but I sniffed at all of them in the bottles. Kelly Pool, in the bottle, is the weakest, in my opinion. That's why I wore it to dinner tonight, because I can hardly smell anything in the bottle and I wanted to see what it did on. I think that it's next to undetectable even though I marinated myself in it. It got a little stonger as the night went on, but by the end of dinner, I decided it was not a keeper despite the fact that I rather like the sparkle it has going for it--I passed it off as simply too subtle for me, a scent that would better suit somebody with a more meek personality, perhaps? Though "meek" is certainly not a word I'd use to describe the painting.

But then, as we were walking out of the restaurant, John told me I smelled good. He had put his arm around me so his face was kind of close to my hair. Kelly Pool will need further testing, and I want to see if it gets a bit more pungent with a little aging. I'll set it aside for a few weeks.

*runs off to rescue her footnotes for her research paper*

Mood:

Wearing now: Kelly Pool