I've got a sensitive smeller. Call me K-9 nose, but I remember the old Howard Hedger days and how certain kids smelled. Some smelled like funny food (a roundish kid who hid behind the bleachers in P.E.) some like day old grease (a kid who was about 1" from being a dwarf) and some like the heaters their parents toked on while driving them to school (one really naughty kid who refused to put on his boots-so my fav 3rd grade teacher did it for him). I'm not trying to be critical (not really, sort of, whatever) just saying my sense of smell can detect a ciggy from the car behind me at a stop light with the windows up. Of the friends and family who's homes I visit often I can recognize the smell of them. Take my Aunt's house for example. I LOVE the smell-it's some sort of sweet combination of Tide and dryer sheets combined with warm carbohydrates and coffee and a hint of her fabulous perfume. Weird right? My husbands truck smells like dog training dummies, fresh newspapers, turtle mochas' and a hint of dust (not one of my favorite combinations). The bathroom in the historic building I work in smells like cheap air fresheners, damp paper towels, musty tiles and touch of #2 (detectable even by a nose with a head cold-gross!). It is such a strange sensation to taste something and think that it smells like something you have never consumed before. Take for example Diet Coke with Lemon-might as well take a pull of the lemon scented Palmolive used to wash dishes. What about stinky cheese that tastes like what my grandparents lake cabin smelled like when the doors first opened for the season-is this a heightened awareness of what? Anyway, the whole idea of this blog started with me thinking of my new favorite smell from Pottery Barn (this is just a peek into how scary it is to live inside my brain)(so full of random and worthless thoughts). I have 3 Quince scented diffusers and one candle placed all throughout my house (plus the square bottle (function + style) has a nice shape). When I walk in the door the smell is soft-not in your face like a store peddling potpourri. I love the mix of fresh grapefruit and spice just enough to freshen things up a bit. So now before you get all paranoid about me sniffing around your house-forget it-chances are it just smells like, well, you (good, bad, indifferent... I just call it like I see it). Still worried? Swing by your local "barn" and pick a Quince diffuser and you'll be smellin' fine.
Bring your smelly self back tomorrow for Fashion Friday infused with a birthday wish.
Extra Credit Tidbit: Graphic stolen fair and square off the duba, duba, duba and spruced up on photobucket.com!