Sunday, March 09, 2008

Tinky trifecta

Isn't it amazing how certain scents can transport you to a completely different time and place? Some can even completely change a mood.

The smell of Zest or Irish Spring soap takes me back to the days of grocery shopping with my mom. I loved to run down the "clean" aisle and sniff all of the strong smelling soaps.

Whenever I think of my mother, I can almost smell her "signature scent" -- Red. I actually had a little old-timey glass perfume bottle that I sprayed some in once, so I could smell it when my mom was out of town. On those nights, I would carefully open my little bottle, inhale and then say goodnight to my mom before going to sleep.

We found out about 5 years ago that I'm allergic to most perfumes, so no scented soap or heady cologne will bring memories of me to Little Elvis.

What scents will he associate with me? Well, I like to call it my 'tinky trifecta.

1. Due to the aforementioned allergies, my nose is usually stuffy. I keep Vics Vaporub by my bed and slather that strong stuff under my nose most evenings.
2. Since I still spend a good part of my day picking up and corralling a busy 25 pounder, my back also aches a lot. This means I usually reek of the pepperminty Icy/Hot muscle rub.
3. Winter means dry skin and lips, so I like to top off my trio of tinkiness with some nice and smelly Carmex.

Yes, my son will probably have vague memories of his childhood whenever he walks down a medicine aisle at a grocery store.

I hate that I can't smell better for him, but so far he has no complaints about Mommy's odd taste in perfumes.

Have any odd scent stories?

4 Comments:

Blogger Marla Baltes said...

That is too funny and yet kinda sad. We all do have our own special "scents", I think. So...even though they can not be put into words I am sure you smell unique to him.

The vapor rub is a smell I associate with my Grandma. I remember my husband's mother whenever I smell bleach...I am not sure why.

Interesting to think about.

11:12 PM  
Blogger shay said...

Ha ha ha.
I think I might smell like dog these days:(

Fresh baked bread smell takes me right back to my mom's kitchen:) mmmmmmmmmm!

7:37 PM  
Blogger mpotter said...

absolutely not,
but i just had to say that was a funny post.

i agree about smells taking you places. i do that too (not often)

well, if he's an athlete (especially a snow-skier) i'm sure he'll think of you often.
combo icy hot & carmex.....

9:52 PM  
Blogger Lainey-Paney said...

OMG, that was so funny!

8:46 PM  

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