I love Pom Noir. I have a lot of it left from the bottle that OH bought the Christmas before last. The one problem with receiving these things that I never thought I would be able to have is that I am afraid to use too much of them! Silly I know.
Not silly @itchy I'm the same. I only spray it if I'm going out. My Pom Noir hand wash is still going strong. A gift from 26 last Christmas. That's hidden in the upstairs bathroom LOL
Think we're all a bit like that. I have a couple of squirts left of my Lipstick Rose and I deffo cannot afford to replace that. Well I won't let myself is probably more truthful. And I am saving those squirts for some mythical wonderful day/evening. I think it's now £175 a bottle so my squirts are truly precious.
I’ll bet you’ll think this is bonkers but, after my mother died, I hung on to a bottle of her favourite perfume (Crepe de Chine by Millot) and would open it up for a sniff every now and then until it changed colour and went off.
I remember it being very hard to get but I succeeded twice: once in a souk in Tunis, as you do LOL , and the other time from a lingerie shop in South Audrey Street in Mayfair. I had to walk down there on my way to some work thing and spotted a bottle in the window. What I failed to spot until it was almost too late was Elton John getting out of a limousine and going into the building next to the shop. I think it was the offices of his record company.
Curiously, the perfumes that suited my mum always smelt dreadful on me so I could never use them.
Post by Berry McPaper-cuts on Nov 10, 2017 14:18:18 GMT
Not bonkers Nellie. I think it brings back their presence in a positive way. I am extremely weird as both my parents often seem to be with me still. I think it’s the Welsh side of me.
I don't think you're weird at all, FP. Although I'm not religious I firmly believe my parents are 'around.' Someone was definitely looking out for/after me when the bonnet came through my windscreen at 70mph because the police said they were surprised that I walked out unscathed, barring a few bruises on my arms where I'd gripped the steering wheel. The fact that I'd put a lovely photo of mum in my glove compartment that morning, to show Him Oop North, was purely coincidental .... or was it?
And not wishing to freak anyone out and apologies if I offend anyone, but mum is technically still with me because exactly two years to the minute when she died I buried her ashes in my garden. New house, new start and this house is my safe haven.
Scents and smells are very closely linked to memories. My lovely mum used to like L'Aimant by Coty. Unlike her daughter she wasn't really one for perfumes or jewellery. I bought her a lovely set for Christmas just after she was diagnosed with cancer. She never got to use it.
I cannot tell you how I felt when I found out my step mother had it years later. Clearly my dad had kept it and rather than throw it out had given it to my stepmother. I am not ashamed to say I took it from her room and never said a bloody word. Neither did she.
I'd have felt the same way Tinks, I'm sure your Dad didn't mean anything by it they just don't think the same way as women, it wouldn't have occurred to him that you'd be upset
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