janemillicent

Yes to emotions being converted to modes of transportation. YES. That is what should happen...

Though, come to think of it, I have one of those feelings that only mope will work... DAMNIT.

Hymmm... I could imagine you in a cute little spy-girl outfit plus zapper gun and sexy sunnies!!

Tell me about it. I'm a bit fond of Lolita Lempicka (a bit saccharine as it is), and on me, it smells rather like angel cake or vanilla custard. On a somewhat less fortunate friend, the stuff smells like bloody formaldehyde. Similarly, florals smell lovely and fresh and girly on her, and yet they provide me with the charming odour of mothball-addled jurassic old woman, or very clearly emblazons NOT FOR YOU, LOVEY over every pressure-point I spritz it on.

Needless to say, I used to be utterly convinced that all Chanel - apart from Coco and the Mademoiselle version - oughtn't be worn by anyone younger than 40-something. For me, it always somehow seems redolent of matronliness.

Oh, dear. Bastardizations of Ian Fleming and postfeminism. I always just wanted to be Ursula Andress. Or rather, don a bikini like Ursula Andress. God knows, it must be better than Sweet Valley High.