Jurlique

JURLIQUE ROSEWATER BALANCING MIST
Price: Approx. $38 CDN,
purchased at Quidditas,
also available at
Holt Renfrew

Jurlique is quite a popular line in Australia; it is a favourite of Victoria Secret model Miranda Kerr, who uses all-natural and/or organic skincare products on that dimpled face of hers. It was also recommended to me by a friend who insisted that it's ideal for sensitive Asian skin. So I gave it a whirl.

If you love a classic rose scent that's not too grandmotherly, than this is for you. It is a lovely mist: the smell is just the sort of thing that would calm you down after a hard day's work -- though, I imagine if you can afford Jurliqe, you probably have a rich husband and don't work much at all. It's moisturizing and calming for the skin, and can be used in place of a toner or as a light summer moisturizer. I just started using it, and I am happy to report that my skin hasn't developed any nasty reactions to this product (so far!). However, if you are sensitive to certain smells, this might be a tad overpowering for you. Normally, my sensitive nose can't stand strong odors, but the rose notes are so fresh and natural that I don't mind it at all!

It is a luxury skincare line, but many specialty, high-end organic stores carry these products. The price is a bit steep, but it's less expensive and more therapeutic than, say, a night out at Afterglow.

Posts from the Past Part Deux. Thrice. The Future!

"A WOMAN OF FINER SENSIBILITIES"

2002-03-06 - 5:38 p.m.

Dearest fans and enemies alike,

To update you all upon my affairs of late, I must be perfectly honest and confess that I have indulged in a good deal of shopping that is hardly supported by my rapidly diminishing funds. However, passion overrules reason, sadly, and the dewy glow bestowed upons one's countenance after having purchased a particularly charming frock far outweighs more practical needs. A woman of finer sensibilities might not be susceptible to such illicit murmurings from plunging V-necks, but, alas, I am a weak woman and of loose moral standards in most regards, save for those concerning -- well, you all know to which acts I allude. I shall speak of it no more.

I have enjoyed dessert at Pastis on W. 4th and suffered a most insupportable attack of lady bugs in salads at Sophie's Cosmic Cafe. Why should one suffer such indignities on the pretense that a diner is full of bohemian charm and is therefore not subject to basic health standards -- or proper manners, for that matter? Perhaps I shall follow this up with a missive concerning the severe lack of appropriate behaviour from retaurant employees at some later date.

You must forgive me, but I plead a headache and will therefore end my entry thus. I trust you all are well and shall return to regale you with tales of intrigue involving the Prince of Wales, the Czarina of all the Russias, and a certain tea incident in the parlor of Bram Stoker's sitting room.

Posts from the Past:

Well, I've decided to move all of my old posts from Diaryland to this blog page. If you'd like to know what my brain was like when I was 22, here is a terrifying glimpse into the world of Fern: the Darker Years. Enjoy!

"Why Old People Suck"

2002-02-21 - 5:13 p.m.

Here I am, once again. I have a migraine and the weather is mocking me.


The strangest thought struck me recently. I was watching an elderly person, somewhere, at some time, and thinking the usual thing -- that is, "Gosh, that person used to be young, beautiful, vital. That person used to be fun-loving, used to laugh with friends, used to look forward to a future filled with amazing possibilities. And just look at that person now -- old, withered and alone." (My thoughts usually end on a rather depressing note, though I do not do this on purpose.) I felt a tugging of the heart strings for the women who used to be girls, giggling over their dresses, and for the men who used to be handsome and have lots of very impressive hair.

Some weeks later, I was watching yet another elderly person and something amazing occurred to me. It absolutely bowled me over, let me tell you. There I was, filled with sympathy and sadness for these small, delicate, lonely souls pining away for their lost youth. Then, quite suddenly, as I watched this little, hobbling, white-haired thing, this great revelation came upon me:

Most of these old people were probably huge assholes when they were young.

They probably weren't much better than the morons walking around the streets today. The guy holding up the bus and growling at the woman sitting next to him -- in his heyday, he was probably a real big bastard. He probably wasn't even good-looking. And that little old lady pursing her lips at my outfit -- she was probably a hideous, foul creature in her youth and is bitter now because no one ever asked her to the ice cream socials.


So, to all of you who are experiencing pangs of concern and warm, fuzzy feelings for these "elderly people" (read: "wizened old wretches"), stop looking at what might have been and bask in the knowledge that you're young, carefree, and have shapely legs unmarred by varicose veins and liver spots. Regard those old people with scorn and contempt for, if the present is any evidence, they were most likely all whores and jackasses anyway.

Lyell V-back Dress ... Sigh

I am absolutely infatuated with this Lyell dress. I was going to have it shipped from Massachusetts, but even at 30% off, it was going to cost me close to $700 after delivery, duties, taxes, and alterations. I seriously thought about it, but found a coral silk see-through dress and platforms at Atomic Model instead. (I also paid half the price.)

I absolutely adore Lyell's Spring/Summer collection. I really do dig the 30s, 40s, 50s secretary look.