Tuesday, December 20th, 2005
In these cold days, I take comfort in anything that can make me feel a little warmer. Even when it’s just playing tricks on my mind.
Yesterday my sister and I did some last-minute Christmas shopping. I haven’t been to a Bath and Body Works in about a hundred years, because it is The Bad Place. The place that makes me want to spend lots of money on products that I’ll crowd onto the linen closet shelves with all the other products I don’t use.
As usual, I bought lots of things. I can’t help it. I like things that smell like food but have no calories.
The best thing I got was the Wallflowers “continuous home fragrance” plug-in. Now, even when the house is cold as a witch’s you-know-what, the smell of Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin in the air lets me pretend it’s toasty warm inside … and that something delicious is cooking instead of nothing.
I also got some Warm Vanilla Sugar perfume and some Pink Buttercream Frosting hand lotion. And my wristwatch smells like peppermint because it’s been riding next to the gum in my purse. Yep, I’m just drowning in the holiday spirit. And I feel strangely hungry. Wonder why that is?
Edited to add:
When I talked to D on the phone this afternoon, he said the house was “cold as a well digger’s ass.” Guess the pumpkin-scented air didn’t make him feel as warm as it did for me.