Have you ever explained your love of fragrance?
Got lost driving in Chicago last night and got home very late. Took a shower, applied my SOTE and went to bed - completely forgetting my mother was coming over early this morning to measure for curtains. Answered the door wearing my furisode and Curious George slippers, redolent of Coriolan.
She wondered that if Madame Butterfly had 'company', why wasn't there a car in the driveway and proceeded to search the house under the guise of looking for a tape measure. I know she had a tape measure in her purse. And she knows there is a tape measure in my toolbox, along with a nailfile, miniature Phillips screwdriver and broken pliers. Can we fix it? No, we Can't!
At that point, I thought of making coffee so I could explain to her about my penchant for men's frags and Basenotes and FuFuLaRoux and LadyLoneStar and Tigrushka and Serpent and Vinterdroppe and Mike FromManhattan and La Maison Guerlain and everything became mixed-up and I realized it was too much like a lost episode of PeeWee's Playhouse so I put on some sweats and proceeded to measure for curtains.
Mother: Â* Â*Veronica, you are a grown woman...
Veronica: Are you measuring in metric? That window is wider than 1 foot.
Mother: Â* Â*It would break your father's heart...
Veronica: Inches! Write it down in inches!
Mother: Â* Â*What is that that you are wearing?
Veronica: Sweats, Mom.
Mother: Â* Â*I mean that perfume. Its terrible. Are you wearing a lace push-up bra with sweatclothes? You know, people would die for your figure. You don't need..
Veronica: Mother!
I should have made coffee... Â* I'll always be her little girl.
So, do non-Basenote friends or family understand you? Do you even attempt to explain?
Got lost driving in Chicago last night and got home very late. Took a shower, applied my SOTE and went to bed - completely forgetting my mother was coming over early this morning to measure for curtains. Answered the door wearing my furisode and Curious George slippers, redolent of Coriolan.
She wondered that if Madame Butterfly had 'company', why wasn't there a car in the driveway and proceeded to search the house under the guise of looking for a tape measure. I know she had a tape measure in her purse. And she knows there is a tape measure in my toolbox, along with a nailfile, miniature Phillips screwdriver and broken pliers. Can we fix it? No, we Can't!
At that point, I thought of making coffee so I could explain to her about my penchant for men's frags and Basenotes and FuFuLaRoux and LadyLoneStar and Tigrushka and Serpent and Vinterdroppe and Mike FromManhattan and La Maison Guerlain and everything became mixed-up and I realized it was too much like a lost episode of PeeWee's Playhouse so I put on some sweats and proceeded to measure for curtains.
Mother: Â* Â*Veronica, you are a grown woman...
Veronica: Are you measuring in metric? That window is wider than 1 foot.
Mother: Â* Â*It would break your father's heart...
Veronica: Inches! Write it down in inches!
Mother: Â* Â*What is that that you are wearing?
Veronica: Sweats, Mom.
Mother: Â* Â*I mean that perfume. Its terrible. Are you wearing a lace push-up bra with sweatclothes? You know, people would die for your figure. You don't need..
Veronica: Mother!
I should have made coffee... Â* I'll always be her little girl.
So, do non-Basenote friends or family understand you? Do you even attempt to explain?
