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If I never have to polish another brass door knob again I will be happy.
I went over to Grandma's yesterday to help her get ready for this open garden/house fundraiser she is having in a couple of weeks. We were going to do gardening, but it was raining nearly all day, so she had me cleaning windows and door knobs instead. My grandma lives in a very big, very old house. There are a LOT of windows and door knobs!!!
But it was nice to spend the day with her. She has some good stories.
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It's funny how smells can remind you so strongly of things and people. There is one of those male deoderants that I've just had a total blank on the name... anyway it's the one that my high school boyfriend must have used when we were together, because whenever I get a wiff of it I am transported back to being 15/16 and hanging out in his bedroom... and there are my old perfumes that just remind me of what I was doing when I used to wear them, which in some cases spoils the smell. Elizabeth Arden, for example, just reminds me of working my arse off over Christmas at Dan Murphy's...
And last night there was some clag (you know, that glue they use in lower primary school that you can eat if you really want to...) on the table, and of course, I had to smell it.
Instantly transported back to Grade Prep/1/2 and coloured bits of paper....
It's pretty cool how smell triggers memory so vividly.
I went over to Grandma's yesterday to help her get ready for this open garden/house fundraiser she is having in a couple of weeks. We were going to do gardening, but it was raining nearly all day, so she had me cleaning windows and door knobs instead. My grandma lives in a very big, very old house. There are a LOT of windows and door knobs!!!
But it was nice to spend the day with her. She has some good stories.
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It's funny how smells can remind you so strongly of things and people. There is one of those male deoderants that I've just had a total blank on the name... anyway it's the one that my high school boyfriend must have used when we were together, because whenever I get a wiff of it I am transported back to being 15/16 and hanging out in his bedroom... and there are my old perfumes that just remind me of what I was doing when I used to wear them, which in some cases spoils the smell. Elizabeth Arden, for example, just reminds me of working my arse off over Christmas at Dan Murphy's...
And last night there was some clag (you know, that glue they use in lower primary school that you can eat if you really want to...) on the table, and of course, I had to smell it.
Instantly transported back to Grade Prep/1/2 and coloured bits of paper....
It's pretty cool how smell triggers memory so vividly.
