I was recently reflecting on prettyprettypretty and what we’re all about: the things that we like that make us look good, smell good and feel good (and more of course). I don’t for a minute believe the aforementioned things can change my life in any deep and meaningful way, but if I derive a smidgen of satisfaction for my senses then I reckon that thing deserves a mention - if only so you can achieve the same smidgen, if you so desire.
So that’s why I want to share with you a shopping story - a deeply inane and unmeaningful shopping story.
I was on holiday in Auckland a few weeks ago, with some time up my sleeve between engagements. I wandered right past the World Beauty Store mainly because I didn’t want to spend any more friggin’ money. But something pulled me back, the shiney, the smelly, the sparkly, the pretty-ness of it all.
Once inside the store I was completely overwhelmed. And to make matters worse the shop assistant was genuinely friendly and extremely helpful. I was quickly in way too deep. Even a hardened spendthrift (aka discerning consumer) like me was weak. I started inhaling perfumes at a rate of one breath per second. The shop assistant snuck smelling salts under my nose to snap me back to reality.
I told her how I like floral fragances - ones that might remind me of Hawaii. She pointed me to a perfume exactly like Hawaii! I couldn’t stop sniffing the sample on my wrist as I walked around the store feigning disinterest - I didn’t want to reveal my irrational obedience to my olfactory function.
It was like I had fallen in love, deep and meaningful love with a perfume. Nah, just kidding, I know it’s just perfume. But I did pay the rather plump price for it and I still can’t resist a spray when I see it sitting on my own bathroom shelf. Every sniff is still satisfying and I don’t regret the splurge.
I needn’t tell you the name of the perfume, nor the brand. Perfume is particularly particlar to the individual, so a recommendation from me is futile. I do recommend the shopping experience though.