A rite of passage
5 April 2007It was a rite of passage growing up, when I finally got my first perfume. Most of the other parts of growing up weren’t fun, but this was something I had been looking forward to, the fancy bottles all lined up in a row, with their bright colors that may or may not have mystical powers. The ability to smell like grapefruit or vanilla or whatever I chose, was a powerful one. It meant that I was growing up & could be trusted with such responsibilities. Trying to be as grown up as possible, I probably used way too much perfume at first, as I searched for my signature scent, one that I could afford. I still have a dream of lining up all of the empty bottles on my vanity, like they do in old movies. However, first I would need to not throw out the empty bottles & second I would need to buy a vanity, but it’s something to work towards. Even still, when I take out the perfume bottle, I feel more grown up & sophisticated & like it’s a special occasion, even though I use it everyday.
