This weekend I stepped out onto the balcony for the first time in months to take a peek at how my roses are getting on. After clearing out the dead leaves, empty beer cans, dryer lint (?) and random pieces of paper towel (??), I started seeing tentative signs of life. I got so excited I couldn't keep my paws off the thorny little bastards - and consequently retreated scratched and bloodied like a tom cat from his first fight. May is coming! May is coming! May is coming!
Persian love cake with rosewater (my mom would really dig this)
Rosewater facial tonic (on my desk at work)
Lovely rosewater hand cream (in my desk drawer)
A beautiful rosy blush (in my makeup bag)
A classic rose fragrance (made for the wife of an American president)
A sweet nothing in the palest blush (not until I lose ten pounds)