Thanks for the memories...
I may be one of the few women in the world who consistently wore Shalimar as my fragrance of choice when in elementary school. My dear Aunt Tommy - who spoiled me terribly, taking the place of the grandmothers I never knew - was in the habit of passing along the bottles of Shalimar that she received each Christmas from a business acquaintance in California. She didn't like Shalimar; I guess it's one of those love it or hate type of fragrances.
I am so angry with myself for throwing the empty bottles away. Even without the fragrance I could still enjoy their classic beauty. Having read about Chanel No. 5 and other significant perfumes, I was discussing my regret over tossing the empties. Life changes. Companies close. Relatives die. Reality sets in. The time comes when you no longer have a yearly dose of Shalimar.
Bridget surprised me with an early Mother's Day gift:*
*and it couldn't have come at a better time...crazy long day at work. A parishioner corrected my grammar while I was taking a phone message. (She was right - in an old-school, no longer the rule sort of way. So technically I was correct, also. But they don't pay me to argue grammar with parishioners. I had to save my polite-arguing skills for other calls.) Returned home to find that a dog had vomited on my bed. Typical manic Monday.