Vintage Parfum du Jour: White Christmas (Saravel)

Why wear it? For succor that does not seem to come.

What does it do? Oh, it's lovely-- really. It almost succeeds in dusting my sorrow with a faint, glimmering layer of hope. If it melts when the sun comes out, why, that's fine-- for then the sun will be there to finish the task of cheering me up. But if the sun doesn't come out... and if the snow continues to fall...

How do I feel? Fucking lousy. The idea of going to work (as I must fifteen minutes from now) and slapping on a prefabricated game face makes me sick to my stomach. I'd skip it altogether if I could, but since I have to go, my game face can bloody well stay at home for me.