“No good deed goes unpunished.”
Surely you’re familiar with the saying. Since last Friday it has been playing over and over in my mind. I’m wondering whether I committed a faux pas and am too un-French to realize what I’ve done. My-Reason-For-Living-In-France assures me the contrary is true.
Let me tell you my story:
We had a little dinner party recently and over coffee one of our guests — whom I have known for more than 25 years, though I would never call her a close friend because she has a reputation for being a vicious gossip and I was once the victim of it — and I started talking about perfume.
(Time passes, life moves on, her life has been full of tragedy, why should I hold on to my grudge?)
She told me her two granddaughters, eight and five, were arriving at her house the next week. At that moment I told her about the enchanting perfume bubbles from the brilliant perfumer, Francis Kurkdjian.
|Francis Kurkdjian perfume bubbles, from the left: violet, pear, mint and cut grass.|
You may recall I told you about them some time ago. He created them for his niece Agathe. They come in four one-note scents, pear, cut grass, violet and mint. His idea was that blowing perfumed bubbles would be a fun way for little girls to discover fragrance. They could run through the bubbles and as they popped the fragrance would be released. They are equally fun for big girls.
On impulse, I dashed off to Paris and bought a bottle of cut grass and another of violet at Printemps. The saleswoman wrapped each separately, added ribbons at my request and snuggled them into a bag with pretty gold and white tissue paper.
Two days later, I delivered the package to my friend’s door, quickly handed it to her husband — we did the double kiss thing — and I left. I had slipped a little note inside reminding her these were the bubbles we had been talking about the previous weekend.
|Francis Kurkdjian demonstrating his Boules de Agathe|
That was five days ago. I have not heard from her, not one word. I cannot help but taunt myself with the possibility that maybe I broke some rule I didn’t know existed. MRFLIF keeps telling me that is not the case.
For as long as I’ve know her, her manners have been impeccable. She left a message on our answering machine telling us what a wonderful time she and her husband had with us. We also enjoyed the evening which led to my exuberance and the idea to give her the bubbles.
I like the idea of “live and learn,” but I’m not sure what I should have learned from the experience.