Maru's Mun Journal

I got my package from the BPAL ripoff 'Conjure Oils' today; I'd found I'd wanted an entire bottle of their 'Litha' scent that moons_storm had sent me an imp of some while ago. And unlike BPAL, they do have sensible procedures for international shipping.

I'd ordered a bunch of imps with it, just out of curiosity, and one of them is the first real stinker I ever encountered among all those highly alternative perfume oils from America.

'Blood Moon -- October' smells like rancid Marmite and tomcat's spunk. With a dash of capsicum.

**shudders**

I look as if I was turning into a sparklepire. Sphinx has given me a Lush box for Christmas, and it contained something called 'Glitterbug'. It is exactly what it says on the tin.

I discovered this only after using it generously all over. It's getting everywhere. Even Mephi's fur is slightly glittery, from when I cuddled him during the movie he was in, sort of.

( Death On A Pale Horse )

I'm wearing the Domino Dress to work today, for no better reason that I have it, it's new, and I want to wear it, and as it's lined, it's not really compatible with a normal Munich August, but what with yesterday's torrential cloudbursts signaling the end of the world, it's cool enough to wear it. Who knows when that'll be the case again, so I put it on today.

And I didn't even make it all the way to the train station without a seriously positive case of getting The Nod. It was a small, sweet, curvy and slightly domme-ish brunette I had in fact noticed around the quarter before* for her slightly offbeat and rather interesting sense of style. She was walking across the traffic lights towards me, noticed me in that dress, did a little double take of (presumably) 'Oh wow is that -- IT IS!' and gave me a bright, friendly, wholly positive smile while we walked past each other.

Who knows, she might be a fashion pro of some sort (enough of those in Munich) who'll mark this down as 'Spotted that Beth Ditto Domino Dress in the wild'; or she might just be somebody who reads the same blogs as I do. Anyway, it was a great boost for a grey Monday morning to have my new dress approvingly recognised.-

ETA: Now with pictorial proof:



Me at my desk at the slavery, wearing the Domino Dress and grinning like a professional gingerbread horse...


* Haidhausen is a village within Munich. Falk the Metropolitan knows half the people he sees while walking around to speak to, and half of the rest to gossip about. Should I ever want to buy some nefarious substance, I can't do it at the drugstore-cum-record-shop around the corner; people know me there, and would remember. I would have to take the train into town like any village person.