🤣 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
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".
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
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".