As a young girl, I had this fantasy about having my very own "Signiture Scent."
My dream was this (and yes, I actually remember saying these words outloud) "I want my very own smell, one that people know me by, so that when I walk by when they have their eyes closed, they'll know it was me just by the smell of the air as I pass by."
Oh, The Dramatics. I think I was about 8 when I said that and man, I meant it.
I would spend hours in the bathroom mixing powders with water and lotions, trying to create my very own scent, but, I quickly learned that powder+water= paste and NOT perfume, so I was forced to chose a scent that was already in existence and make it my own.
Unfortuntely for everyone in my life, especially those who had to sit next to me for an entire church service, I decided that my "Signiture Scent was TEA ROSE!"
But that only lasted for a little while, because, one day, whilst cruising the isles of Kmart, I discovered "Wild Musk" by Coty.
UPGRADE!
That "Signiture Scent" only lasted a few weeks, because one day whilst looking for a new flavored lip gloss at Kmart (or Ha! HA! "Came Apart" as my husband, the Really Funny Guy, likes to call it because, GET IT? K-mart, came apart?), I discovered "Sand and Sable".
Helloooo, coconut beach in a bottle on my body!
I realize now how incredibly confusing this must have been to The People, because, the whole idea of a "Signture Scent" is that when people are praying and I walk by they know it's me by "my smell" but I was changing smells every other week, so, HOW COULD THEY KNOW IT WAS ME?
I have no idea why the "scent" thing was such a big deal to me, but it was. I was obsessed with the idea of being recognized by a particular scent. As I grew up, I realized that this idea was ridiculous because MAN, there were a lot of beautiful scents out there and I could not limit myself to one.
Many of my "pre-kids" shopping days were spent in the beauty department at Macy's and I always got the "new" scents as soon as they came out. I developed the incredible skill of being able to guess what perfume a women was wearing at any given moment.
"Is that 'Pleasures' your wearing?" I'd ask the random stranger at the market.
And I'd always be right.
I never imagined a day would come where I'd no longer recognize the latest "scents" from Macy's because I'd not be able to afford the "good perfumes" and I'd be forced to douse myself in cheap body sprays from Target and Bath and Body works.
And THE LORD KNOWS I never saw the day coming in which my "Signiture Scent" would be "Tittymilk mixed with a lil' funky arm pit with a just a hint of bad breath".
My first scent was Love's Baby Soft, and then I upgraded to Windsong. P.U.