🤣 despite all the fancy products (of yours 😆 that I have tried) over the years … the smells of an Ivory soap bar and J&J baby shampoo are still my all time favorites. Definitely deep within the primal olfactory memory bank… along with gasoline fumes from the 2 stroke evinrude outboard engine, freshly mowed grass, new tennis balls 🎾 … 😆 to name a few more
Ha! Just in case you missed old "spendy" over here is tucking some of those contrabands in your bathroom so get ready for the apothecary bursting through your door! Yes, what is it with our sensory system -- the smell of Muget still brings me back to GiGi (and mom), the smell of lavender to mom and you, the smell of peonies to Mama Lauren and aunt Carin, the smell of forest ferns and pine cones to dad, the smell of riverbank mud to childhood and all those River boathouse smells!
Your mom is a classic New Englander as was mine. Waste was a cardinal sin. The proper position for a light switch (and the furnace, to the extent possible) was "off". Shortly after running a bath there would be a knock on the door to tell us "that's enough water in the tub". The actual amount of water in the tub was irrelevant. Mother dried the laundry on a clothesline until after my brother and I had left the house (early 80's) which was also the point at which they indulged themselves by replacing their 1960 television set. Christmas presents were opened with care, and the wrapping paper saved, ironed, and used again. When they finally moved out of our childhood home she packed up everything that wasn't considered "the nice stuff" and took it to a local thrift shop. I used to go there and watch rather wistfully as the bits and pieces of my childhood went off to new homes. Her mother was very much the same way - she saved both string and tin foil "in case we ever need it".
YES! "Put on a sweater" was the familiar refrain! I remember sleeping with a hat and even a vest on at times! The water glass froze by the side of the bed one -40 night and my friend visiting asked: "how did you live like this?"! I remember having a massive sheep blanket (Icelandic, I think) and I would bury myself underneath it learning bladder control at an early age so as not to freeze the feet on the way to the bathroom! I have to figure out how to post some visuals here -- we still have a string and tinfoil drawer with a recent addition of a clothes line to wash and dry and reuse plastic bags! And don't get me started on the crates of wrapping paper in the attic! One would think it would help insulating this house! I am afraid Ratatouille and his band of brothers have enjoyed setting-up a colorful colony amidst all the ribbon and paper stored-up there. My current obsession with the Circular Economy is making more sense by the day!
I’m gonna wash that product right out of my hair
I’m gonna wash that product right out of my house and send it on its way (to the Haven!)
🤣 despite all the fancy products (of yours 😆 that I have tried) over the years … the smells of an Ivory soap bar and J&J baby shampoo are still my all time favorites. Definitely deep within the primal olfactory memory bank… along with gasoline fumes from the 2 stroke evinrude outboard engine, freshly mowed grass, new tennis balls 🎾 … 😆 to name a few more
And linseed oil!!!
Ha! Just in case you missed old "spendy" over here is tucking some of those contrabands in your bathroom so get ready for the apothecary bursting through your door! Yes, what is it with our sensory system -- the smell of Muget still brings me back to GiGi (and mom), the smell of lavender to mom and you, the smell of peonies to Mama Lauren and aunt Carin, the smell of forest ferns and pine cones to dad, the smell of riverbank mud to childhood and all those River boathouse smells!
Your mom is a classic New Englander as was mine. Waste was a cardinal sin. The proper position for a light switch (and the furnace, to the extent possible) was "off". Shortly after running a bath there would be a knock on the door to tell us "that's enough water in the tub". The actual amount of water in the tub was irrelevant. Mother dried the laundry on a clothesline until after my brother and I had left the house (early 80's) which was also the point at which they indulged themselves by replacing their 1960 television set. Christmas presents were opened with care, and the wrapping paper saved, ironed, and used again. When they finally moved out of our childhood home she packed up everything that wasn't considered "the nice stuff" and took it to a local thrift shop. I used to go there and watch rather wistfully as the bits and pieces of my childhood went off to new homes. Her mother was very much the same way - she saved both string and tin foil "in case we ever need it".
YES! "Put on a sweater" was the familiar refrain! I remember sleeping with a hat and even a vest on at times! The water glass froze by the side of the bed one -40 night and my friend visiting asked: "how did you live like this?"! I remember having a massive sheep blanket (Icelandic, I think) and I would bury myself underneath it learning bladder control at an early age so as not to freeze the feet on the way to the bathroom! I have to figure out how to post some visuals here -- we still have a string and tinfoil drawer with a recent addition of a clothes line to wash and dry and reuse plastic bags! And don't get me started on the crates of wrapping paper in the attic! One would think it would help insulating this house! I am afraid Ratatouille and his band of brothers have enjoyed setting-up a colorful colony amidst all the ribbon and paper stored-up there. My current obsession with the Circular Economy is making more sense by the day!