86 degrees without a cloud in the sky, dining al fresco, miman-mosa’s (mimosa + amaretto float = man-mosa), aimless wandering, iced tea, tank tops and sunnies.
I live for Chicago days like today.
On Rose Water and Kindness
Last week, I had one of those days that made me want to pull my hair out. It was all I could do to not write a post titled “Here’s What/Who I think Are Morons and Here’s Why” (instead, you were treated to more ramblings about vegetables. The moron post would have been funnier but less, um, appropriate).
Enter my friend Kate and rose water.
You see, Kate is growing a baby right now so I occasionally send her blog posts about baby growing that I think she might like. It’s no secret that Emphasis Added is one of my favorite blogs and since its author recently had a baby, I knew Kate would love it as much as I do.
I was right.
Before she even heard about my day that spurred a thousand eye rolls, Kate had read a post on Emphasis Added about rose water and gone to Merz Apothecary in the Palmer House to pick up some of what Emphasis Added deemed her “can’t-live-without beauty product”. And she gifted me with a bottle as well!
This was absolutely the best thing that happened to me on Friday. It made me feel so taken care of on two levels. 1) Spritzing a little rose water on my face before I apply my moisturizer or on my pillow at night is the most delightful indulgence and 2) it was such a lovely act of kindness that what was irking me didn’t matter so much anymore- kindness trumps suckiness any day of the week.
To wrap it up: Heritage Rose Water. In a blue glass spray bottle (because the Heritage bottle IS kinda busted). Spritz everywhere. The End.