The frigid arctic air has moved its way through my historic town. I'm always reminded of my blessings when the winter turns brutal. I'm thankful for my warm home, quilts, flannel pajama's, and wrap's. My Grandmother Lola always called outer wear, WRAPS! I've never heard a single soul other than my sweet Grandmother Lola refer to warm gear as WRAPS. Simple soulful memories...
The parfumerie is stocked and equipped with an array of essential and perfume making oil's.
One of my customers, friend, shot this while we were formulating her perfume.
A perfume has many layers. Typically a top note, middle, and base. Possibly a variety of each, that when layered create a beautiful blossom.
When I was a little girl my mom's mother, and my other Grandmother lived in Las Vegas. She worked at perfume department located in a large department store. My family would travel through the Midwest to the desert tumbleweed part of the country to visit my Grandmother. One particular visit stands out. My Grandmother Christine had a large stash of perfume she had taken home from the department store. She kept the perfume bottles in two large built in drawers. She asked if I'd like to go through her collection of perfumes. I remember sitting on the floor with my legs crossed sniffing each perfume. I recall feelings of happiness as I sniffed the expensive perfumes. There must have been one-hundred or so bottles of perfume. I remember thinking, I must smell them all, for if I miss one, it could be the one that I admire the most. I spent most of the day sitting and smelling and as I sniffed each one, my fondness and an appreciation for fragrance began to grow. Present day and those memories feel fresh and new and even inspiring.
The local paper editor dropped by the apothecary shop on Thursday. She is working on a little article about the new Parfumerie. I told her that story because, without those sweet memories, I can safely say, things would be different and more than likely, the word Parfumerie wouldn't be spoken. magical memories like those of my Grandmother's perfume drawer are what mold and shape us to who we are, and our passions are guided by such memories.
That's a picture of my Grandmother Christine, (center) My Great Grandmother Lucy, and my lovely aunt Vivian. I'm the little girl standing next to my aunt.
Sweet memories and soulful seeds from four generations of soap maker's.
Enjoy caring and sharing days.
With all good wishes,