Quotes About Lavender

Before I play a show, I put on lavender oil - it's sort of a ritual.

To detoxify my whole body, I'm a massive fan of dumping an entire wad of Epsom salts into the bath with a couple of drops of lavender or sage oil.

A rhododendron bud lavender-tipped. Soon a glory of blooms to clash with the cardinals and gladden the hummingbirds!

NATURAL FABRIC SOFTENER Makes 1 load ½ cup white vinegar 2 tablespoons baking soda ½ teaspoon (50 drops) lavender essential oil 1. In a small glass or metal bowl, stir together the vinegar and baking soda until the baking soda dissolves. 2. Add the lavender essential oil. 3. Pour this blend into the rinse cycle (or the fabric-softener compartment) while your clothes are washing.

loving, instead of depleting and effortful. Some pussification practices have become daily rituals. I take a bath instead of a shower because it makes me feel more relaxed and beautiful. I use lavender-scented Epsom salts because they smell nicer than the plain ones. After the bath I use coconut oil on my skin; it smells beautiful and nourishes the skin deeply.

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

Brooding over this instance of misplaced fancy, Mr Datchery was conducted into a large and airy study on the right-hand side of the hall, and while Colonel Babington fiddled with a tantalus, sat contemplating the cat Lavender, which had changed its mind and followed them in, and was now distractedly perambulating the furniture.

For anxiety and the uncalm spirit, for a peaceful sleepe without evil dreames. Make an infusion of hoppes, skullcap, vervain, valerian, wild lettuce and passion flower. To these can be added lavender, lemon balm and chamomile to sweeten the potion and to infuse the air with calming sweetness.

Here's flowers for you:Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram,The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun,And with him rises weeping: these are flowersOf middle summer, and I think they are givenTo men of middle age.

It's scented! Your wedding invitations are scented?" "It's meant to be lavender." "No, Dex - it's money. It smells of money.

Lavender's thoughts returned to the poetry, and Robert reading it, canting, rich-toned, about hands, kisses. It shall be you. Having no smelling salts nearby, Lavender moved matters to a more pragmatic realm. "I must warm the tea," she told Robert. For the pot had sat, untouched, for some time, and had surely cooled. (In the kitchen, she loosened her collar, to alleviate her overheated state, to avoid becoming a sweaty brook.)

Lavender, at one snuff party, said she dreamed of growing flowers that soared to the sky, titan delphiniums, for if her mother was "up there," in the place called heaven, those tall blue blooming spires might form a ladder, allowing her mother to step down for a visit to earth.

In addition to the rose stems, she'd stashed some stalks of yarrow---Fitch's yarrow, harp-song yarrow, as local people called it. They bought it for protection, healing or, often, a love charm. Lavender knew yarrow's other, more shadowy names: werewolf's tail, witch's weed, bad man's plaything.

that Lady Herrick has a birthmark in the shape of a butterfly on her left buttock. Oh, and that said birthmark turns an interesting shade of lavender when slapped." Apollo stopped in the hallway outside the breakfast room and simply stared at his companion. "What?" Montgomery looked irritated. "I defy any man to not take the opportunity when presented to slap a lovely arse.

when the sun rose at the quarry it turned the world lavender and gold. After

The aromas of lavender, chamomile, jasmine, sweet orange, and vanilla have long been used to entice relaxation.

Lavender is the new pink. I'll never stop wearing pink but I wanted to venture out.

As we entered the pharmacy, I looked over the items on Miss Everett's list. Preventative powders, toilet vinegars, lavender water, Macassar oil, sea sponges, smelling salts, Bouquet de Rondeletia, extract of patchouli, Grosvrnor's Tooth Powder, cherry bounce, anisette. They were the trappings of women and in this case, of whores.

Soon the sky began to turn a starlit lavender. Many looked up and admired it, for it was often said that when you are no longer moved by the last stages of dusk in the Mexican desert, it is time to shake the hand of your Maker.

Even talking, I'm super-loud. I could never have that kind of meek, little wispy whimsical lavender and lace voice. It comes from my body. There's no way I can fight it.

She locked the bathroom door and sat down on the floor in the loose T-shirt she had worn to bed, focusing on her breathing, on the feel of the cool tiles beneath her bare legs, observing, as she had been taught, the rapid beating of her heart, the adrenaline jolting through her veins, not fighting her panic, but watching it. After a while, she consciously noticed the faint smell of the lavender body wash she had used last night, and heard the distant passing of an airplane.

Already many of the memories of the previous two weeks had faded: the smell of that small hotel in St. Andrews; that mixture of bacon cooking for breakfast and the lavender-scented soap in the bathroom; the air from the sea drifing across the golf course; the aroma of coffee in the coffee bar in South Street. She should have noted them down. She should have said something about all that and the light and the hills with sheep on them like small white stones.

Angus turned to Domenica. This view always makes me feel sad. I don't know why, but it does. He drew in his breath, savouring the freshness of the air. Freshly mown grass was upon it, and the smell of lavender, too, from Elspeth's kitchen garden. Well, perhaps not sad--more wistful, perhaps, which is one notch below actual sadness.

Already many of the memories of the previous two weeks had faded: the smell of that small hotel in St. Andrews; that mixture of bacon cooking for breakfast and the lavender-scented soap in the bathroom; the air from the sea drifting across the golf course; the aroma of coffee in the coffee bar in South Street. She should have noted them down. She should have said something about all that and the light and the hills with sheep on them like small white stones.