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Today is Mother’s Day, and for every commenter who stops in today and says “hello” or “good luck” or “this blog sucks,” I will be donating $1 to FINCA International. C’mon - make my wallet groan in pain! UPDATE: Only four hours left! If you are reading this and haven’t said hi yet, don’t tarry! I’d really love it if we could reach a total of at least one hundred different commenters by midnight! De-lurk! De-lurk! COMMENTS ARE NOW CLOSED. THANK YOU TO EVERYONE!

My twins were a tad disappointed that rather than receive a present, Mommy wanted to give money away to other people as a gift. Consequently they wanted to help with my gift. I asked them to draw me some pictures please, and they came up with the idea (all on their own, too, clever boys) that they would draw their ideal perfumes to give to mothers. They were terribly concerned that someone might steal their pictures or ideas, so I told them about copyrights, and then promised to remind everyone that the artwork below is the intellectual property of Zeke and Henry Voll-Taylor. You’ve all been warned, heh!

The first triad of perfume bottles is by Henry. His idea was that “the bottles are talking, so that when all the mothers put their perfume on they hear the nicest things to say.” I’m not sure if the words will show up on all monitors, so the first bottle is saying “I love the world,” the second says “I love you,” and the third “I like you.” They indeed are nice things, though he forgot that one of the nicest things to say to anyone is “Congratulations, you’ve just won the lottery!” Well, come to think about it, it’s a nice thing to say as long as you’re not living inside a Shirley Jackson novel. He wanted me to especially draw your attention to the heart on the bottom corner of the second bottle - it changes colors when you spray it he says. He’s very proud of that idea. As am I of his creative little self.

This second design is Zeke’s… the heart shape bottle shows the heavy artisic influence the Escada perfume house has had upon his work. He said the best part of his design is that because it’s heart shaped you can give it to mothers on ANY day you like for a little valentine. I tried to sharpen part of the picture so you could read the name of the perfume. It’s written in pencil on the box beneath the bottle, but it’s still not quite clear after my effort. He calls his perfume “Super Rose.” I asked him about the name. He said it was the best rose perfume ever, and it would make mothers fly. And then I simply lost it and got all verklempt. His perfume is made of pencil, crayon, and paper, and it smells better than any other perfume I’ve owned. Am I flying? Well, not by his standard, but I got the effect and I didn’t even need fancy tights or a cape to do it: I’ve got a super rose.

Since they were in a perfume-y mood, I asked them to pick the perfumes they thought would be the best ones for moms. Henry selected Fendi Theorema. He’s really got the most challenging and interesting taste for a seven year old - bear in mind this is my guy who also loves the polarizing Miss Dior. He never fails to surprise me with how sophisiticated his nose is. Zeke picked Escada Ibiza Hippie. When I pointed out to him that his own Mommy never really wears it, he admitted that he just likes it for himself to wear because it’s the one that smells like “breakfast strawberries.” Upon some prompting for a selection for moms rather than for himself, he responded that moms like breakfast strawberries too, then gave me a rather dismissive look for even asking.

Roughly ten years ago, I tried to give my own mom a Super Rose. I knew how badly she wanted a bottle of Lancome’s Tresor, and when I made a trip to Canada, I picked it up for her on my way out the duty-free store going home. She was so tickled and pleased with it, and to this day that bottle sits in a place of honor on her dresser. But she’s barely touched it. If you didn’t look closely you’d swear it was full. She keeps telling me she saves it for “special” occasions. She also saves a set of silverware for use only with “special” occasions: we’ve never used it in the umpteen years she’s had it. There’s a tablecloth that sat unused in her linen closet for, oh let’s say 15-ish years, that was also “special.” We finally just took it out one year on Christmas without telling her and set the table so she wouldn’t know until it was too late to do anything about it: and she was so flipping happy about how pretty it was. I keep urging her to use the stupid bottle: I got it for her to use WHENEVER she liked. But alas, my arm twisting has no effect. The perfume has aged. While it still smells sweet and lovely, it sadly has lost some of its sparkle through the years. Waiting for something special to happen. So, Mom? Every day is a special one. Moreover, every day with you is an especial one. I have spent all my life trying to figure out how to give you a Super Rose, too. Even at my worst, when I was a ragingly annoying teenager, I wanted you to have one. I can only keep telling you the nicest things to say, and hope you realize what a wonderful mom you are when you hear them: I love the world, I love you, and I like you.

And, thank you.

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Written by Scentzilla!

May 13th, 2006 at 10:31 pm

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