I think that I am the only person in the history of house buying who has never taken a day or 2 off of work to move and then been out of town every weekend since. And let me tell you. . . I still haven't fully unpacked. My goal this weekend is to at least get the spare bedroom unpacked and in order. Then I can breathe a little and work on the stuff downstairs. I did get the kitchen unpacked and most of my bedroom stuff. I still have a ton of boxes though. It will get done. As one of my friends said "I wouldn't worry about it. You'll be here for a few years." True. True.
Anyway, what brings me to the topic at hand has to do with my house. I keep wondering what the smell is in my house. Last night it was the shrimp fajitas I made. But I wonder what people smell when they walk into my house. As a person, I am told that I smell good on a regular basis, so I would hope my house smells good too. But I have no idea. My friends growing up always said they loved the way our house smelled and honestly the only time I noticed its scent was when we'd be gone for vacation and then it would fade.
But then that brings me to other things. Like how your grandparents smelled and such. My one Gramps wore Old Spice and every time I smell it, I think of him. Or Lilacs always remind me of my other Grandma because she loved them. My Dad always used to wear some weird cologne which I can't remember the name and now I think he wears something completely different like Drakkar or something.
Or how you're out and then you get a whiff of cologne and it reminds me you of an ex boyfriend. I hate that one. Especially if it's a recent break up so the smell makes you want to cry almost instantaneously. That's the worst.
This past weekend I was in the Windy City. Soo close to home that I could smell it almost. :) My dear friend Josie loved clothes. She loved shopping especially at thrift stores and she never threw her clothes away. She had style. Anyway, last weekend her husband did a thing called "Josie's Closet" where a bunch of her good friends got together and went through her closet and took things that they wanted. It was one of her wishes that her friends would get a piece of her. As Josie was way smaller than me and even if it was a miracle that I could fit into her pants, they would be crop pants as she was like 4 inches shorter than me. Miraculously I fit into a dress. I think she got it when she was jacked up on testosterone and was bigger for awhile. I took mostly jewelry and some scarves. Out of curiosity, I smelled a scarf, and it smelled like her. I then wondered if her husband John curled up with some of her things.
He said in order to be able to move on, he had to get rid of almost everything. Josie died in the place they shared, and he said everything reminds him of her and soon he'll be moving to a smaller apartment and there's no use in keeping everything they shared. And it's been almost a year, he needs to start. I worry about him. Anyway, as souvenirs of our day, we got wine glasses that said "Josie's Closet" and her mom, sister, and sister-in-law made wine glass charms for the glasses from beads she had.
Man, I got way off target. How are you all smelling today?? :)
Hopefully soon I'll have some wacky house adventures for you all, but for right now. . . that's all I got!
Have a good rest of the week and a great weekend!
Oh and I did have one more thing to add as this has come up like 5 times in less than a week. If you have Starz and like to watch shows that make you feel awkwardly uncomfortable watching the characters, then you need to watch Party Down. John and I were talking about True Blood and he giving me a hard time about missing the premiere since I would be driving back home at the time it was on, and we got to talking about Party Down. Then he said "Man, I feel like you need to be their spokesman." It's true. Watch it. It's funny. And if you liked Dawson Creek, Joey's college professor that she dated is in it, except he's absolutely NOTHING like his character on that show.
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