Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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:*
It's true what they say about scent and memory.  And today I feel like a fourth grader.  A rather sophisticated fourth grader.

*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.

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