Christmas Gift
After days of deliberation, I finally decided that what I want for Christmas is the perfume that I asked for in the first place. My favorite is Must by Cartier. And no, it’s not a typo, Must not Musk.
I was never able to convince Grandma that it was Must, by Cartier not Musk, although I did resort to showing her the bottle. She shielded her face as though presented with a deadly toxin, or dirty diaper. Some time in the 1990s she decided she would not wear perfume. She didn’t tell Aunt Jeanine, either because she thought she’d change her mind and wear it again, or because it would be very un-French of her to reject perfume.
In any event, her disavowal of perfume was a boon to my perfume collection, already fabulously supplemented with the tropical and floral fragrances that she received as gifts and said smelled like stuff my father would pick out and give me. And she was right, he did in the early 90s, prior to his death, send me a bottle of Champs-Elysee, or something very similar.
Champs-Elysee is my second most favorite perfume, followed by l’Éte. Both of these were in Grandmas perfume stash, now part of my collection, in small bottles. They are the kind you dab on. But yesterday I discovered two atomizers that Grandma must have refilled around the time she swore off perfume. Because they had a strong smell of rubbing alcohol. Dumping them down the sink produced the weirdest odor.
Refilling the atomizers should be interesting as well. I washed them really well and have left them open to dry. I’ll have to remember to refill them right before I shower, so I won’t stink myself up too much and smell like an old lady on an elevator.
I caved in my quest to find all natural, preservative and chemical free lipstick. I do like the tinted balms. But really, I need red lipstick. I do. So I’m going to try some from the Body Shop, since I really liked that brand before I discovered stuff even less irritating to the skin. I hope it doesn’t taste nasty, like Bare Escentuals lipstick, and some other mineral lipstick I’ve tried. I don’t know what that is about. The balms that I have are made with minerals and aren’t nasty.
Right, so my totally fun, girly and frivolous Christmas gifts that I picked out should arrive sometime around my birthday.
DH is not a gift giver. He likes to give things. But as he says, get yourself something nice baby… no woman should have to get a gift picked out by me. I have to give it to him for funny.
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