I ran out of perfume a few days ago and needed to find something new. The perfume I have worn for years (okay, the last decade) can only be purchased in certain places that are not close to my home, so I set out to find something new – I figure it was about time. The last time I changed perfumes was before I became a parent… my oldest is now 11. Finding a perfume was harder than I thought it would be – there were so many choices, many of which made me gag. I like a perfume that will not hang out in an elevator after I get out of it – something that can be smelled slightly, but is not overpowering and nauseating. Being that I am not the type of person that is normally drawn to name brand items, I must admit that I was a bit surprised with where my perfume procuring journey landed me. Yes, the perfume I liked the most (or tolerated the best) was made by Prada. I definitely do NOT consider myself a Prada girl. As if to add insult to the injury my ego had been caused by my pull towards Prada, the perfume itself was called “Candy”. What sensible professional sprays themselves every morning before work with something called “Candy”??? Apparently, now I do. Read the rest of this entry »
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