There are things in life that I consider to be unlucky. One of the most profoundly unlucky ones are leap years. Even though I was born in one. Which, on some days, seems like a not particularly lucky thing to have happened in the first place. There is yet to be a leap year in which something horrendous or, at the very best, cataclysmic did not happen in my life. 2008 is still young but it has already shown its fangs. (And I blame February 29th for my inability to write a review today.)
My other unlucky "things" are: Sundays and Wednesdays, polka dots, number 9, and, to keep it on topic, Keiko Mecheri Loukhoum. That perfume, lovely as it is, is so unlucky that even mentioning its name today will undoubtedly result in an unpleasant occurrence of some sort. If I am not checking in on Monday, you know what to blame.
Please share your unlucky things, and I am especially curious to know if there are any perfumes in your life wearing which invariably brings bad luck. I wish us all a happy and LUCKY weekend (touch wood and spit three times over left shoulder).