I like to smell right.
Of course clean, but I mean beyond that. I'm talkin' perfume. Sometimes a good lotion or body spray. I've gone through my phases over the years. In high school it was Anais Anais--well, I never had my own, but sometimes my friend would give me a spritz. Oh yeah, and Debbie Gibson's Electric Youth. Yum. Fruity and delicious. That's really how I like to smell. Fruity and Delicious. Then I switched to Bath and Body Works Warm Vanilla Sugar, and then to Creamy Coconut. Which is one of the yummiest smells ever, but was tragically discontinued, so I bought about 5 years' worth. And then they brought it back. Whew. Those lotions were good because they smelled wonderful when you put them on, but then throughout the day, the smell just got better and better. And even in the shower the next morning the steam would release that long-lasting fragrance and I would just smile and inhale deeply. Feeling delicious.
I've had a few other phases. Tried out whatever was hip and trendy at the time. But they never fit for long. I was always smelling myself saying, "Is this the way I want to smell?" Too conscious, though not bad, if that makes any sense.
I'm butchering this.
Then when I started selling Mary Kay, I tried out Elige for a bit. It smells so divine on my best friend. It made me happy to smell like her, when she was in another state. But then I tried Tribute, and I was a goner. I wanted to drink it. I love the smell of Tribute. Which is probably an old lady perfume, for all I know, but that little pink bottle? I love it.
And now I'm all out of it.
Actually, I can see a few drops in the bottom of the frosted glass, but I can't get them to line up with the little tube at the exact nanosecond that I push the spritzer. Believe me, I've tried. I've been very, very sad. I miss smelling delicious. Tribute would keep me happy all day. One spritz on the neck, one on my wrist, and all day long I was happy. Whenever I'd start to slip into sadness, I'd just take a quick sniff of my wrist, and ahhhhhhh. Yum. I'd catch a whiff as I rolled over in bed, and ahhhhhhhh, sweet dreams, Mary. Now my whole world is out of alignment.
So. I dragged out the old bottles to see if one of them could make an encore appearance. Yesterday I tried Clinique's Happy. Not so happy. Today I'm Tommy's Girl. Or not. And it isn't that they smell bad, they just don't smell like me, and all day long I keep smelling this fragrance that just won't quit, and all I want is my Tribute!
(Amber, quick, can't you save me?)
Do NOT tell me it's been discontinued.
This is very distracting.