Thursday, August 04, 2011

Scents... and sensibility

Here's the funny thing:

I didn't want any of Mom's clothes, but I took a pair of jeans and a cuddly sweatshirt.
Glad I did.
And I didn't want any of her toiletries, but because there's little chance of there being a whole lot of sentimental value attached to them, I brought some of those home, too, just to get them out of Dad's way.

This morning, the very last of my solid deodorant fell out of the container, and I had to throw it away.  It had been one of Mom's.  I'm sure of it because I usually get unscented; she did not.

I smiled to myself because I just know someday I'm gonna catch a whiff of that particular scent of underarm deodorant and think of my Mom... but by then, I'll have no idea why.



The Gray Monk said...

Funny how these things come back to you - you'll catch that whiff and later remember why...

vw bug said...

I followed a man around the grocery store because he was wearing the same scent my dad use to wear. I loved the warm feeling it gave me.

Moogie P said...

That made me smile. And think of Chanel No. 5.

Zelmarific said...

When my grandma died, my grandpa asked if I wanted some soap in her brand, saying it was "women's soap" and he had no use for it. I agreed to taking it before I saw the quantity; grandma had been one to stock up on things when they were on sale, and there were fifty bars of Ivory Soap. It was years before I used up all of that soap! But I still think of her whenever I see Ivory.