The flaw is in my genes. Not my Levi jeans but my genetic makeup. I think I got a defective X chromosome. That is the one that makes you female. I'm not saying I'm missing female body parts. Everything is where it is supposed to be and fully female in appearance and function and I haven't found anything that looks male growing on me. This is something more along the lines of total female makeup. It goes well beyond appearance. It's more essence, more elemental. It's hard to put your finger on it.
This year, because of the economy, the only Christmas party I would be attending would be the annual gathering of the female friends who work together (or in my case, used to) party. This is really Diana's clique party held at Diana's house. It's just a potluck dip and snack affair with a gift exchange not to exceed $20.
This party or really this whole holiday season serves a few purposes for me. It allows me to get out. It allows me to get dressed up. It allows me to get in touch with my feminine side. Those last two things are weak links in the DNA chain but they do still appear to be attached and intermittently sending out those instinctive signals. I even dipped into the lifetime supply of makeup I purchased last year. I dressed down for the occasion by wearing a nice pair of slacks and a slinky black blouse which was still too dressy when compared to the rest of the group but I didn't care it felt good to not look like a painter in the middle of a job.
The real agony of this years holiday adventure was the gift exchange. I actually enjoyed the shopping part once I had everything planned. It's not like you are buying for someone you know. It has to be a gift that anyone would like. Last year I did a winter warm up themed basket with slippers a couple of pretty mugs and a mulled wine mix and a box of hot chocolate mix. This year I was doing an evenings entertainment bowl. Into a dollar store popcorn bowl I added microwave popcorn and two relatively recent movies, Michael Clayton and The Interpreter. Then I topped that off with movie sized packages of Goobers, Mike and Ikes, and Raisinettes (the package pointed out the healthy anti-oxidant value to the raisins and chocolate which really appealed to me). I thought last years idea and this years idea were things that I would have been happy receiving. Not that anyone has complained. This is where that defective gene comes in.
There were only four of us girls there and wouldn't you know the evening entertainment bowl was the first thing opened. Ok, see if you can spot the flaw. Here it comes. The next girl opened a bag with smelly candles and a diffuser thingy with smelly stuff. Everyone oooohed and ahhhhed as they passed the smelly stuff around and took a wiff. The next girl opened a bag with a smelly candle and an assortment of different colored smelly bath gels. This was also passed around while everyone excitedly ooohed and ahhhed and expressed their wish to get something this wonderful and smelly. Then it's my turn. I dip into the bag and pull out blue fuzzy slipper socks. I sigh as I bring their soft plushyness to my cheek for rubbing and dream about how warm and soft they will be on my tootsies. After about five minutes the girls are squeeling, "what else, what else?" So I dip into the bag again and come up with this:

and this:

"Oh, yea!" I say sarcastically as the girls look momentarily my way but the smile on my face looks genuine enough to cover the sarcasm. Then they greedily grab the foaming hand soap and pass it around getting a good sniff.
There you have it. I even admit it. I was born without that essential female gene that makes me automatically adore all things smelly. I just don't get it. Soft and fuzzy, YES! Fragrant and smelly, I just can't bring myself to care.
Smelly bath gel and lotion. Do people really use that stuff? I get to see a lot of houses while giving estimates and I have never noticed any of them with smelly liquid hand and body soaps. Is this the new fruitcake that gets passed around and around each Christmas. The only people I have seen proudly displaying their smelly gel soap collections are Diana and on a much smaller scale, my Mother. Diana even drags you around the house when you visit to do the smelly candle and soap tour, making you wash your hands like 18 times so you can try each scent. She is the ONLY person I have ever gone shopping for in that Bath and Body Works store. Can they really be making a living supplying the smelly soap needs of Diana alone or are there really others out there who use that stuff. Now that I think about it, that cherry blossom gel and lotion set with the bath puff look real familiar.
Let me get out the rubber stamp:

I wonder if my sister in law would like this. I'm half tempted to keep the puff because while Honey stops using the bar of soap when it gets half sized he does not seem to notice the three foot long puff unraveling in the bath caddy. Last year I finally started using the liquid hand soap dispenser Honey keeps on the bathroom and kitchen sinks. I never saw the point in having liquid hand soap when you were already buying bar soap. Why would you bother buying liquid hand soap in the kitchen when you had dish soap handy? Is there some law here in PA that forbids using dish soap for hand washing? Anyway, Honey has decided we can use the tall smelly foaming hand soap dispenser when the Dial soap dispenser runs out in the kitchen.
What about this sleep mask aromatherapy thingy? It's interesting but I can't really see using it. Maybe I'll throw that into my nightstand drawer until next year when I realize I haven't used it and it would make a nice:
Oh look! It's my soft fluffy slipper socks. I'm going to have to leave now as I am finding it difficult to rub them on my cheek and type at the same time. I'll go rub and ponder my lack of affection for all things smelly. From now on you will know that if you have received something smelly from me it is most likely a re-gift. I just hope I don't re-gift it back to the person who originally gave it to me. How embarrassing! Rub, rub. Rub, rub.
OK, I use B&BW foamy hand soaps. You can get them on sale and they do
smell nice. (Just yesterday one of my son's friends said he liked washing
his hands at our house because you never knew what you were going to get,
but it always smells good. Right now, it's peppermint.) I also use their
lotions and washes and I love their Warm Vanilla Sugar shampoo, which I am
told makes my hair smell like cake. Their scrubs make your skin sooo soft.
I would never use the lamb eye mask thing, and I do not care for the
Cherry Blossom scent, though my daughter does.
I have a dear friend who, how can I put this delicately, has BO big time. I
know that guys are not supposed to notice this but Damn! the man stinks.
Being that I have one of them there unflawed genes making me male, your
post lost me. When you started showing pictures of smelly things and
candles, and that kind of stop, my eyes glazed over and my brain locked up.
Hmmmm. Now I know! I wonder how much smelly stuff I've given you over the
years? Not too much, I think, because I only got half that gene. Most
smellies make me sneeze or nauseous (sp?). I save lots by not buying
expensive perfumes. There is that grapefruit scented lotion by the kitchen
sink. Great for getting the fish smell off the hands. And the Jergens
almond scented liquid hand soap (talk about bringing back smell
momories--my grandparents used the lotion kind and I think of them every
time I use it). Oh yes, the little tube of Avon hand lotion in my purse
which has a vague, non-invasive scent. All the other stuff I've been
tempted with, or received as gifts, is under my bathroom sink in an
overflowing basket. And yes! I do re-gift at times.
Catty. Here's the thing - those little gifty sets are EVERYWHERE and
they're easy! Yes. Women do like them. Initially. I like getting them,
but funny enough - I still have 3 of them unused in my linen closet. The
best grab bag gifts I ever got were 1) amaryllis in a pot and 2) Christmas
dish towels that looked like Santa's boots and 3) a little wooden sign that
says "Dear Santa: Define Naughty".
You are somethin' else, Lady! ;] Vy happens to like the lotions and bubble
baths - even some of those frilly cloths for bathing and scrubbing. We
have those plug-in air fresheners at a low level all over the house. So
there's a shadow scent folks smell. But all of those doo dads they have
for everything else, the retailers believe they know what their shoppers
want.
OMG, Catty. I asked my husband to get me the sleep mask and aromatherapy
thing. I really like the pillow spray. The lavendar works...to chill you
out. And the cotton blossom soap you got is worth a trial hand wash
because the scent isn't too strong. But I agree, I am not huge on
receiving bath goodies. I like to pick my own, and it's limited to a few
things. I am also not a fan of potpourri, etc. If hte dogs didn't smell
so icky, I wouldn't even have candles burning in the house. I just think
those items are actually too personal! I would have loved your movie
basket, totally. And I hear that once you wear a sleep mask at night, you
can never go without it, it makes such a difference. So think of me, with
my little lamb mask on, when you go nighty night. We could be twins!!!
(oooh, female squealing...)
Paula-You and I seem to have much in common. A mutual love for Mexican
food, restaurant gift cards for gift giving (loved the carpet cleaning from
your mom). A friend at work used to share her Warm Vanilla Sugar lotion
with me. I liked the scent in small doses. When you said you didn't care
for the Cherry Blossom scent, I ran into the other room and took a whiff.
It's not that I don't like it, I think it smells like Johnson's Baby
shampoo. And since I've written this post I've done a couple of estimates
and a job where there were foamy hand soap dispensers in the bathrooms. So
I'm becoming a bit more aware that smelly soaps aren't quite the new
fruitcake.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" and yes I was shouting.
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxo!
:-)
Happy New Year, Catty, to you and yours.