Olive Tweets

Olive did not know she could chirp, warble, squawk or peep so easily! Twitter has drawn me in with its bird imagery and succinct notes. I rather like to imagine a world of nests, filled with little birds merrily tweeting to each other as they flutter about their day. Hop into my nest for a little visit and please send me the address of yours! I promise to drop by with a juicy worm.

Oh and if you are curious about my image, it is from "The Child's World," a free ebook available on Project Gutenberg. Look for more from it soon...

Eau de Olive

Lately, Olive has been pondering her fall wardrobe (sans the September issue of Vogue, which has yet to arrive). Boots are a must, as are some new jeans (oh the dread that accompanies a trip to find a new pair). Blazers, yes, and maybe one of those new field jackets to take me on those long walks across damp fields and misty woods. Yet, I think I am most interested in a more ephemeral accessory: perfume.

I've come to realize that a properly done outfit is not finished without a hint of jasmine, a dash of rose or a punch of citrus. Walking past someone perfumed in a pleasing eau de toilette leaves a lingering hint of personality or mood, as well as the obvious odoriferous pleasure (or displeasure, as your taste decrees).

As of right now, however, my perfume collection stands at one quickly emptying bottle of Vera Wang's Princess. Lovingly squirted on neck and wrists and entrenched in nearly all my clothes, it will be used up with regret. Of course, this means it's time for a new bottle!

And so, what do you suggest? Nothing too heavy, but not too young, either. Feminine, but not cloying. Sweet, but not sickly so.

I await your help.

Back at Last

So shall Olive begin with hellos or explanations? How about the 'hello'! Spring and summer whipped away in that swirling existence called life: studying and working, vacations and days in the sun...and one very broken computer. But those are excuses! Olive (me!) is happy to be back with her favourite folk at Olive Writes. Will you come back and join me? I hope so! I have some really splendid ideas for the coming months that I won't share with you now if only to tempt you back little by little. Send me notes of your best summer moments, as well as what is enticing you forward into fall.

Always,
Olive