Chanel, I love you madly. A scent is everything. A scent represents who you are and what you represent.
Perfume is something that my mom always wore. And she taught that it’s something that can really help with your own identity. She always had a few signature fragrances and still does. To this day, if I smell a certain waft in the air, I instantly think of her. Or of other women in my life who wear a certain scent. Smells are something that cross time and memories, something that can bring us back to a place like nothing else can. A place, be it good or bad, that still exists to us, in our minds and hearts.
As I grew up I knew that perfume was something to wear and as I got older I started thinking about which one. Through trial and error I came across Chanel No.5. A legend. A fragrance worn by women in hollywood, women of wealth and the everyday woman. And there’s a reason, it is the most gentle and alluring fragrance. So female, so soft and delicate. Pure refinement.
Of course, I wear the classic, Eau De Parfum. But I also incorporate the body lotion, the foaming bath and bath soap. I do own, Le Deodorant, but I have to say it is no good. I don’t like the smell at all. The smell is very unlike Chanel, it smells like bug spray. No good.
But, I will continue to wear this fragrance until a new one comes along, if a new one comes along. I don’t believe in ever saying never.
Happy New Year! Let’s congratulate ourselves and one another for getting through that last one. It was a trying time for most people I know. The majority I’ve met, talked to or seen messages from say Goodbye. As a group, we all say good riddance! Bring on the New Year of 2018 and make it better, if only by a margin. There were so many things that happened, so many lives upheaved and destroyed. So many lives lost; be it from natural disaster and destruction to man made violence and terror. My heart breaks for the world.
Personally, it was a traumatic year, honestly, the hardest of my life. Somehow, we survived. I lost my baby last February, and it still feels the same every day. The pain that I feel is tremendous and I don’t think my heart will ever heal from it. Almost 13 years with her, since she was but 5 weeks old and having met her the day she was born. She and Amoura are my world, my daughters.
And then in July, I became my mother’s full time caregiver after a very serious work injury. 6 months later and I am still her full time caregiver. All my respect to those who do this for years, it’s very hard, for both sides. There is no easy way to care for a fellow adult, much less one that is related. I’m hoping this year that her recovery will be full, after surgery I’m sure. But, any progress is welcome in the situation.