Back when no one read my blog except my mom and Stephanie and occasionally Justin (but only when I bribed him with a home cooked meal), I posted this little gem. Go read it, be all, this chick is a ri-tard… Who says ‘hoochie’? Get with the times, woman, Gah. “, and come back here. I’ll wait.
So apparently I have a thing for celeb perfumes of the Rite-Aid variety. I know. I’m so 13 and trying to be one of the cool kids who doesn’t wear perfume that came from their Great-Grandma’s endless supply of Avon she keeps in her garage and gives to them in a huge overflowing bag every Christmas.
Except, oh yeah… I am that kid.
Grandma got it right this year though, oh yes she did. In Bloom by Reese Witherspoon may be Avon, and I may die a little inside every time I spray it on my wrist, but MAN, do I smell amazing. When I put it on this morning, I looked up into the mirror and I was doing that pose Reese is doing in that picture at myself. I couldn’t help it.
People are even treating me differently, it’s crazy. Like this morning on my way to work, the guy standing at the corner totally let me make that right hand turn before he started walking across the street. They NEVER do that, selfish pedestrians! We may not have have made eye contact and he probably couldn’t smell me, but still… he knew what was up.
And let’s not ignore the fact that the bottle is freaking adorable. It’s the important things, people.
I acknowledge the odd way I automatically fall in love with every perfume that comes out as long as it’s named after a celebrity who is blonde and I’m slowly learning how to deal. Kind of like Mandy Moore in that one movie, minus the all the depressing crap that happens to her and her pregnant friend… and definitely minus the hair.
…and face. Okay, basically if Mandy Moore’s character smelled amazing in addition to having the ability to dazzle the universe with her sparkling looks and personality, we’d be more on the same page. Sorry, Mandles.