There are so many things that remind me of my mother. Everything I am I owe it to her. I can see her in myself. I am a piece of her, she created me just like she did with so many wonderful things in her life! What's not to remember from her?
Mama Kat's suggestion to write about a smell that makes me think of my mother restricted those memories to a particular field: smells.
My mom was a strong woman. She could manage work, home, kids, husband, elderly parents, social commitments and did everything right. As a kid I may didn't realize her sacrificies exactly, but I did listened people's praises. And I admired her for all her achievements! I was proud of my mom! Only thinking about what she had done now that I'm an adult, I believe she was a heroine, a real angel...
The remarkable thing is that she was coping with her life without losing the female side of her. I believe it was in her genes!
She didn't spend much time in her appearance, but she was always neat and feminine with a great taste in clothes, she had great taste in everything actually. Her outfits, chic and elegant, consisted of classic pieces, some of them at the best quality she could buy. My mom knew how to dress up!
She never used make up on her face, her vibrant, porcelain clear complexion didn't need any coverage. Unfortunately I didn't inherited her beautiful skin, but the yellowish, dull and greasy skin my dad has... The only make up interference on mom's face was her brown-coral lipstic when she was dressing up, on formal occasions or at church. And her hair was always done, she visited the hairdresser's every Saturday early morning! A woman always looks extra prim when her hair is done and mom seemed to knew that very well.
I know the post is about a smell, but when it comes to mom, I can't resist the chatter... After all the smell that reminds me of her is inseparably attached to her looks and I could no way divide those two.
The last move before stepping outside the door was always her unforgetable perfume: "miss Arpels", by Van Cleef and Arpels
Light, sweet, elegant, flowery, distinguishing was the last sense I had from her while she was walking to the door. Natural and beautiful, but so interesting, like her, miss Arpels was following her movement. And it felt wonderful, spirit lifting and happy!
Her perfume was everywhere, but what is mostly engraved in my memory is the perfume on her foulards which were hanging in our hallway! I'll never forget that feeling! Foulards are to me the ultimate symbol of femininity and elegance and when they're perfumed with a woman's personal scent it's an irresistable combination! Mom was a real woman! The softness of the foulards and the smell of roses which characterized "miss Arpels" felt like mom...
I kept her last bottle which is half full, yet, because I want to see it. One of the reasons mom kept buying this perfume, besides its beautiful smell, was the shape of its bottle! Asymmetric and particular, mom was impressed by extraordinary and unusual things.
So, that's the story of mom's favorite perfume which became my favorite smell, because it belonged to my most favorite person..
Love you mom...
Mama Kat's suggestion to write about a smell that makes me think of my mother restricted those memories to a particular field: smells.
My mom was a strong woman. She could manage work, home, kids, husband, elderly parents, social commitments and did everything right. As a kid I may didn't realize her sacrificies exactly, but I did listened people's praises. And I admired her for all her achievements! I was proud of my mom! Only thinking about what she had done now that I'm an adult, I believe she was a heroine, a real angel...
The remarkable thing is that she was coping with her life without losing the female side of her. I believe it was in her genes!
She didn't spend much time in her appearance, but she was always neat and feminine with a great taste in clothes, she had great taste in everything actually. Her outfits, chic and elegant, consisted of classic pieces, some of them at the best quality she could buy. My mom knew how to dress up!
She never used make up on her face, her vibrant, porcelain clear complexion didn't need any coverage. Unfortunately I didn't inherited her beautiful skin, but the yellowish, dull and greasy skin my dad has... The only make up interference on mom's face was her brown-coral lipstic when she was dressing up, on formal occasions or at church. And her hair was always done, she visited the hairdresser's every Saturday early morning! A woman always looks extra prim when her hair is done and mom seemed to knew that very well.
I know the post is about a smell, but when it comes to mom, I can't resist the chatter... After all the smell that reminds me of her is inseparably attached to her looks and I could no way divide those two.
The last move before stepping outside the door was always her unforgetable perfume: "miss Arpels", by Van Cleef and Arpels
Light, sweet, elegant, flowery, distinguishing was the last sense I had from her while she was walking to the door. Natural and beautiful, but so interesting, like her, miss Arpels was following her movement. And it felt wonderful, spirit lifting and happy!
Her perfume was everywhere, but what is mostly engraved in my memory is the perfume on her foulards which were hanging in our hallway! I'll never forget that feeling! Foulards are to me the ultimate symbol of femininity and elegance and when they're perfumed with a woman's personal scent it's an irresistable combination! Mom was a real woman! The softness of the foulards and the smell of roses which characterized "miss Arpels" felt like mom...
I kept her last bottle which is half full, yet, because I want to see it. One of the reasons mom kept buying this perfume, besides its beautiful smell, was the shape of its bottle! Asymmetric and particular, mom was impressed by extraordinary and unusual things.
So, that's the story of mom's favorite perfume which became my favorite smell, because it belonged to my most favorite person..
Love you mom...
Thank you so much for stopping by
love you all,
xoxo, Elena
love you all,
xoxo, Elena
Written as part of Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop
