This is the violet hour, the hour of hush and wonder, when the affections glow again and valor is reborn, when the shadows deepen magically along the edge of the forest and we believe that, if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see the unicorn.I’m in a violet frame of mind.  I must already be craving a brief visual respite from all the earthy tones of this season…and I was just thinking the other day, after looking at some of the new collections for Spring 2010, how sad it is that the ethereal, whimsical beauty of Christian Lacroix Couture is no more.  Just knowing all that beauty was out there somewhere in the world could take me to a Happy Place. Sniff.  A single tear just fell into my Ugg.

and I was just thinking the other day, after looking at some of the new collections for Spring 2010, how sad it is that the ethereal, whimsical beauty of Christian Lacroix Couture is no more.  Just knowing all that beauty was out there somewhere in the world could take me to a Happy Place. Sniff.  A single tear just fell into my Ugg.

Do you remember the delightful colour of this gum from when you were a child?  And how the idea of it was always much better than the taste, which was disturbingly similar to your Grandmother’s perfumed soap? Still,  it was great for licking and then applying a light berry stain to 12 year old lips in the days when an entire summer allowance wouldn’t have bought one lipstick from “By Terry”.