|My mother had a beautiful dressing table and my most vivid memory of the items on it was her signature fragrance, Arpege, from Lanvin. She never wore another perfume.|
It seems to me we need a break from my petits cadeaux series, but not completely. . .
Often your comments provoke reactions, or questions, that simply will not exit from my brain. Case in point, the one below referencing Monday’s post (please scroll down):
Her observation is quite intriguing I think and I’m wondering where my loyalties and buying habits fit into her remarks. I’m also wondering what you think.
In the past women were unwaveringly loyal to their perfumes, lipstick shades, night creams and perhaps hand creams as well. We had our favorite fountain pens which, over time, were ours and ours alone because the structure of the nib accommodated our signature way of writing — angle, pressure.
|Imagine, choosing the absolute perfect nib. It’s sort of thrilling in a way don’t you think? (Context.)|
Remember, we never let anyone use our pens because they were “custom-made” to our hand, unlike the ubiquitous ballpoint pen.
In a recent conversation with an American journalist friend, we were talking about reality TV and other popular television programs in the States, including the well-respected cable cult programs. I remarked that I had never seen the Kardashian family living large for broadcast although I, like probably every French person living in France, am quite aware of the family and its antics.
|You may know all of their names, so I’ll just let you fill in for me.|
Again, I know about most aspects of popular culture, the good, the bad and the ridiculous: television, books, personalities — political as well as pathetic — etc. through articles I read. My friend was arguing the importance of “staying relevant” and that one way to do so is to be conversant with mainstream culture. “It keeps us young,” she said.
Another journalist friend and I were discussing technology, she’s a whizz. In that exchange I was telling her that I was terrified of not being able to effectively learn and execute the skills my new blog will require. She instantly rebuffed me, “You’ll practice until you learn whatever you need to know and, by-the-way, you haven’t been on your Facebook pages for months, you don’t do Instagram, it’s been almost a year since you bothered to write a few words on Twitter and you still haven’t applied yourself to Pinterest.”
Honestly, I wanted to take an Advil and lie down except we were having lunch in a restaurant at the time. Again, she pulled out the “staying relevant and young” cards.
Yes, I want to be “relevant” and I want to keep my brain “bright and young” by doing whatever I am capable of doing, but sometimes I clutch at the thought of my limitations.
|My best childhood friend has been wearing Joy since we were teenagers. It’s part of her personality.|
Back to the charming woman and her comment (yes, I know, once again I’ve veered and detoured off subject). . . I have products I love and that probably never will be removed from my repertoire, but I cannot resist temptation. Maybe something else will be better, deliver amazing results, work with what I already use. Hmmmm, make me look younger?
Oh, never mind, good for my age — inside and outside my head.