I love my apartment. LOVE! It’s like one giant piece of art, and is the most incredible space that I adore coming home to it. I have no complaints… except when it comes to the floors. Now don’t get me wrong I do like them. Who wouldn’t love an industrial style, concrete floor when they live in a loft? But damn, they are a pain in the a$$! Why? Well, for the past year I have worn Love Diane perfume by Diane von Furstenburg. It has become my signature scent, and I have gotten so many compliments. The only problem is trying to find it around HRM is next to impossible, so I have taken to ordering it from eBay, which takes about a month to arrive from the States. Recently, I got a new bottle in the mail and placed in on the bathroom counter. I was SO excited, seeing as I had just run out of my old bottle. But, while drying my hair, the cord from the dryer caught it and sent the brand new (less then a day in my possession) bottle of DVF flying onto the concrete floor. I stood in complete shock when I saw the thing completely smashed, with perfume everywhere. I didn’t know whether to burst into tears, scream, or throw something. After cleaning up the mess, and moping for a good few hours, I frantically searched to see what samples I might have that I had accumulated from Shoppers Drug Mart. I came across Nina by Nina Ricci, and gave it a go. Excellent choice! I absolutely loved it, and after emptying the small sample bottle, I marched straight to Shoppers and bought the gift set. So maybe I should thank the concrete floors for my new discovery? Mmmmm, yes and no, seeing as I did waste a good chunk of change on the DVF… Mope!