Ever have a smell remind you of something or someone?That happened to me over the weekend. I came across one of Dad's cigar ashtrays that I gave him for Father's Day, with the butts still in it. Every time I take in the scent, it reminds me of him. I used to smell the cigars when I put my arms around Dad's neck, so I have become rather fond of them.Not sure other scents bring back the same good memories. Such as...-Obsession cologne. I'm sure it's a great cologne, but my ex used to wear it. Nice guy, of course, but still an ex. Enough said.-Baby formula. I love, love, love my nephew, Jackson, who is five months old. However, feeding him over the weekend reminded me of some of my own late nights of no sleep.-Final Net hairspray. Reminds me of my big hair days in the 90's. By the way, Final Net and swimming don't mix.-That orange sawdust-looking stuff that janitors would use to clean up a classmate's lunch. A lunch that "didn't stay down," if you know what I'm sayin'. -Finally, burnt hair. Every once in awhile, a few strands will get caught in my hairdryer. It's not pleasant. Think Michael Jackson, if you would.Hope you enjoyed the trip down memory lane.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
That Reminds Me...
Ever have a smell remind you of something or someone?That happened to me over the weekend. I came across one of Dad's cigar ashtrays that I gave him for Father's Day, with the butts still in it. Every time I take in the scent, it reminds me of him. I used to smell the cigars when I put my arms around Dad's neck, so I have become rather fond of them.Not sure other scents bring back the same good memories. Such as...-Obsession cologne. I'm sure it's a great cologne, but my ex used to wear it. Nice guy, of course, but still an ex. Enough said.-Baby formula. I love, love, love my nephew, Jackson, who is five months old. However, feeding him over the weekend reminded me of some of my own late nights of no sleep.-Final Net hairspray. Reminds me of my big hair days in the 90's. By the way, Final Net and swimming don't mix.-That orange sawdust-looking stuff that janitors would use to clean up a classmate's lunch. A lunch that "didn't stay down," if you know what I'm sayin'. -Finally, burnt hair. Every once in awhile, a few strands will get caught in my hairdryer. It's not pleasant. Think Michael Jackson, if you would.Hope you enjoyed the trip down memory lane.
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Big hair brings bacl LOTS of memories! Dawn
I think the sense of smell is one of the strongest memory-joggers. Back in 6th grade I had this Bit-O-Honey flavored lip gloss. Now it's been years since I smelled Bit-O-Honey, 'cause I'm not sure they even still make it, but the last time I did, it immediately took me back to 6th grade!
for me itis the smell of ciggarettes and cinnamon gum. that is what my grandma smelled like. 2years after she died i opened a box that she must have kept both in and it brought on instant tears. i love her!
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