Making Lavender Water

Are there certain smells that arouse memories and emotions for you? It’s amazing how a scent can be embedded in your DNA. For me, lavender is a trigger scent. I am not sure I ever really smelled lavender until I studied in Southern France. The streets in my little town were lined with tourists shops filled with lavender and the country side was filled with lavender fields. Fast forward to my married life, we spend our honeymoon in Southern France so once again wonderful memories accented with sweet lavender.

Not all processed lavender gives the same pure aroma. Candles usually have added essential oils and lotions never get

I can remember taking this picture...I thought it was so funny that they hung their dungarees out of the window for everyone to see!!!

it right. Lavender should be a subtle scent. It shouldn’t overpower.  So I decided to make my own lavender water to give a little je ne sais quoi to my laundry!  2 cups of water, 3 tbsp of vodka (yes vodka…how could this go wrong…vodka makes everything better) and 15 drops of lavender oil.  Mix vodka and oil. Then add water. Seal in airtight container and let it rest for 2 weeks in a cool, dark location. So in two weeks, I’ll have a little piece of Provence right here in Gvegas!

You can try it for yourself with your favorite oil. What scents are memory triggers for you?

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The Key West of My Imagination…

Key West….a place I have dreamed about visiting. In my mind, Key West was a glamorous yet shabby chic tropical spot where beautiful people sipped rum runners and belinis. The women who came from my imaginative  Key West wore Lilly and Jack Rodgers…and maybe some fab gold hoops and a series of delicate bangles. Lots of pink. Lots of green. The men wore khaki shorts, freshly ironed fishing shirts and maybe a pastel polo with a fun belt and deck shoes. Maybe a visor.  My Key West was almost like a country club located on the water.  The streets were lined with chic little boutiques and art galleries. The precious cottages on the side streets were all updated and had tropical gardens.

Funny thing is…my little imagination was not exactly reality. Here’s the real Key West:

I croppped out this woman...she looks like many I saw. Someone please let America know that unless you look like Daisy Duke...you should not wear jean shorts. This goes for men as well!

 

It is so funny how our imagination can conjure up ideas that are grounded in fantasy. I have no reason why in the world I had painted such a glam place in my mind. Key West is a place were the average joe american unloads off of a cruise ship to buy a t-shirt from Hog’s Breath, Margaritaville or Sloppy Joes. It’s nothing more than a glorified Myrtle Beach with a sense of history.  

 I can say I have cruised down A1A in a convertable….and I can check Key West off of the bucket list. Nice to meet you Key West…but next time I’ll just go to Wal-Mart on a Saturday in small town America!  I think C. really had a great time. Perhaps Key West is a man’s kind of spot. Maybe next time he can go with the boys and do some fishing!

PS- If you are reading this thinking that I am a snob…well yes…your intuition is correct. I admit it. I am.

Here are a few other photos from our trip…the weather was amazing and we did enjoy renting bikes and cruising around the city.

I knew there would be many interesting artist...but I am not sure that this is what I expected.on the flip side...there weren't nearly as many chickens as I thought there would be. Guess all the cars and buses control the poultry populationI totally thought it would be one massive tropical garden...but this was really the only hibiscus I saw. Not a cloud in the sky.