I just finished getting ready to go out to dinner. I know many people who don't like dressing up...but I love it. Working in a lab in jeans and a t-shirt every day can do that to you ;-)
Have you ever had a certain smell call up a powerful memory? I'm sure you have, it happens to most everyone. Right now, as I wear my mother's perfume, I can smell my childhood.
My parents would go out once every week or two when we were kids, and I loved it when they did (unless it was a not-so-friendly babysitter). The smell of my mother's perfume just takes me back. I can hear the hair dryer as she blow dries her bangs. I can hear her jewelry clink as she takes out the most gaudy pieces. I watch her as she meticulously applies her make up. And then she sprays her perfume. She always looked so put-together, so pretty. I thought my mom was the most beautiful woman I 'd ever seen.
My sisters and I would try and wait up for them to get home, because they would be in such a good mood. Three little girls would run into the living room in t shirts and underwear as they walked in the door. If we were all awake, my dad would turn up the stereo and we would ROCK.
It's so funny to think about our crazy bed heads and those dance parties. My dad taught us every song there was by Styx...and we would rock to Van Halen, Triumph, Rush, Journey, among many others. Eventually it would be my mom's turn and we'd listen to Patsy Cline. "Crazy" still takes me back to those nights when I hear it.
Amazing what one smell of perfume can do to one's memory. These are just a few that are locked in my head forever. And I can't wait for Mira to have memories like these thinking that her mommy is beautiful too. :-)
Have you ever had a certain smell call up a powerful memory? I'm sure you have, it happens to most everyone. Right now, as I wear my mother's perfume, I can smell my childhood.
My parents would go out once every week or two when we were kids, and I loved it when they did (unless it was a not-so-friendly babysitter). The smell of my mother's perfume just takes me back. I can hear the hair dryer as she blow dries her bangs. I can hear her jewelry clink as she takes out the most gaudy pieces. I watch her as she meticulously applies her make up. And then she sprays her perfume. She always looked so put-together, so pretty. I thought my mom was the most beautiful woman I 'd ever seen.
My sisters and I would try and wait up for them to get home, because they would be in such a good mood. Three little girls would run into the living room in t shirts and underwear as they walked in the door. If we were all awake, my dad would turn up the stereo and we would ROCK.
It's so funny to think about our crazy bed heads and those dance parties. My dad taught us every song there was by Styx...and we would rock to Van Halen, Triumph, Rush, Journey, among many others. Eventually it would be my mom's turn and we'd listen to Patsy Cline. "Crazy" still takes me back to those nights when I hear it.
Amazing what one smell of perfume can do to one's memory. These are just a few that are locked in my head forever. And I can't wait for Mira to have memories like these thinking that her mommy is beautiful too. :-)
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