After squeezing out the last micro ounce of my good face lotion, I stopped by the dime-turned-dollar-turned-dollars store in our small town of South Dakota to purchase a replacement.
I had few options, and settled on the brand with the least ingredients. However, something deeper was drawing me this tub of heavy-duty pink face cream…
Something familiar… something heart-tugging.
It wasn’t until I twisted the lid off and inhaled the unique perfumed odor that I realized what it was, this nostalgic flashback I couldn’t put my finger on moments before.
Yes, my mom used this face lotion in the 90s, and hugs and kisses were mixed with a faint smell that would become a trademark association to her, to the connection that is mom.
As far as I can tell, not a thing has changed about this brand of face lotion.
The smell is the same, the color is the same, the branding is the same.
Heck, this tub could be manufactured and shelved in the store since the 90s for all I know.
Hello Mom, it’s me, your daughter. Mind if I become you?
No, no I don’t. Just don’t go as far as the glasses, please.
On another note, I just finished a wonderful book titled Saving CeeCee Honeycutt, penned by the lovely author Beth Hoffman.
Charming, disarming, sweet as the scent of magnolias on a Southern summer night. – Mary Kay Andrews
I enjoyed the time I spent with my character friends, and now I would like you to get to know them, too. I must give away, because if I am not careful, I will hoard and cage on a book shelf.
Sharing beauty in all forms is important.
Just leave a comment if you’re interested, and I’ll let you know Monday who was drawn.
And thank you, Ms. Hoffman, for purchasing the deer antler back scratcher from our etsy shop. I hope it’s given you relief as you do what you do so well: creating and sharing beauty, through your wonderful writings and your kind heart.
See here for a detailed review.