The Good Perfume

Someone on Facebook posted an essay about the perverse way we women have of saving the good stuff for a special occasion. It reminded me of an Erma Bombeck quote:

“…I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. …I would have sat on the lawn with my kids, even if it meant grass stains.”

I’m guilty of each one of these transgressions. But this morning, knowing I’d perhaps see no one other than my cat and, at the end of the day, my husband, Studly Doright, I indulged in wearing my favorite perfume—the seriously expensive stuff my daughter-in-law bought for me last Christmas.

Now, I can’t stop smelling my glorious self. It’s seriously hurting my productivity. Still, I smell AMAZING.

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

20 thoughts on “The Good Perfume”

  1. That is what I realized was missing once I retired. Never mind that I didn’t hardly get dressed any more–T-shirt and shorts being ‘dressed.’ I no longer wore make-up or jewellry, but I was not wearing perfume. That was always the last thing I did before I walked out the door to work–spritzed on perfume. I have now made that a daily ritual. We do smell good, don’t we?!

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      1. Well… how familiar does that sound. Once she had this get together in her house after a fancy golden wedding affair and firstly she stopped me on the stairs cos I had a pile of why did I need all these sandwiches. These were for me, my mr, my cousin and her hubby. Then she came round with a brush and shovel and started sweeping up the crumbs. My cousin is a ballet material buyer and her man is a ballet composer, well known who had just flown back from rescuing some Chicago ballet production. Not that it matters who or what you are but I was just thinking of the shoulders he’d have rubbed that week . His jaw was on the deck, so the four of us bailed to our house, opened the vino and played the piano. But even then there was a fuss about how we were not taking the lift home from her daughter….. Do you blame us???

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  2. I do okay with this in some areas, but not all. I’ve started fixing some of my “special occasion” meals throughout the rest of the year. I really love those meals so why on earth am I only allowing myself to have it once or twice a year?

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