Or how about parfum tragique? It sounds a little more fancy, mais non? Anyway, I had this conversation today with a coworker after a top up bottle of Gardenia by Elizabeth Taylor I'd ordered late last year finally arrived on my desk.
CO-WORKER: So how many bottles of perfume do you have anyway? Like ten or fifteen?
MICHAELA: Fifteen?! Oh...yeah, like about that number, maybe more mumblemumblemumblehundredish.
CO: That soun-wait,did you say ONE HUNDRED BOTTLES OF PERFUME?! THAT YOU OWN!!!!!
M: It's a totally normal amount, I bet you have at least half that amount.
CO: I have four....are you...can you stop caressing the bottle? It's making me uncomfortable.
Sigh, sometimes I admit to myself that i have maybe a few too many bottles. I pulled out some of my bottles which normally live under my bed and spotted a few I had totally forgot about, and who do not deserve that kind of treatment. Even the five Harajuku scents I keep on my work desk (okay, and the five-eight bottles inside my desk drawer) get their spray on regularly. I'm not even going to touch on the shoebox of samples and testers and vials and solid scents.
|Some people have children. I have perfumes. And I won't neglect my babies any longer!|
Maybe I could even dismiss the scrubbers from my collection because
I gotta make room for the 2012 releases if you don't enjoy something,why keep it around? Furthermore, I won't buy any more perfumes except ones on sale, and online and ones I really love or that have a pretty bottle without trying a sample or dram first to decide if I really need it or already have something similar. And no more flankers. No, I'm not falling for your flirty charms this time, pretty Stella McCartney Limited Edition bottles!
|But how can you say no to these little faces. And I always wanted a big family...|
Wish me luck!