Lately I’ve noticed the most amazing floral smell every time I sit in the middle of my living room couch. I’d thought it was the cut flowers on my sidetable, but figured out that definitely was not the case (if anything they were a bit stinky), and then I thought it was the heliotrope blooming on my back porch, but the mystery smell was not really vanilla-y enough to be heliotrope.
Then today, while packing up some living room stuff, I figured it out. It was a broken bottle of shampoo from a hotel in Provence, that had leaked into my as-yet-unpacked suitcase from Europe. Oops!
(I suspect there’s some part of me that thinks that I can hold those Europe memories closer as long as my suitcase is still intact.)
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