A few months ago, I joined a book club.
I really needed an outlet that didn’t have anything to do with a) Autism, or b) parenting, and this was right up my alley. The books have been fun to read, the company has been great (we’ve only have one meeting, but still- awesome group!). The thing with reading, at least for me, is that once I start, I can’t stop. I start seeing books I want to read everywhere I go. It certainly doesn’t help that a certain member of the group insists on posting new lists every few days. (I kid, I kid- I love the lists!)
This is how I ended up reading Coming to my Senses, by Alyssa Harad.
Way back in 2007, I kind of stumbled upon the online perfume world. I fell. Hard. I was a review reading, decant buying, sample sniffing frag hag. I couldn’t get enough! And then I got pregnant, and promptly lost the ability to enjoy any of it. Over the next few years, my perfume addiction was traded in for a cloth diaper addiction. There have been a few purchases since having kids, but no late night scrolls through forums discussing the new releases or where to find a bottle of a discontinued signature scent*.
But, this book!
This book brought all of that back. It was like taking a trip down memory lane (although I admit she was much more hardcore than I ever was). I absolutely devoured this book. And then I promptly started trying to figure out what perfumes she was talking about in the book (she does not name them all), and then entered my fragrance wardrobe to Basenotes.
After six years of making babies, my nose is in perfect working order. I’m wearing a new scent every day, and I’m loving it. Well, except that Tarentella. That was a scrubber, right up there with Chanel No. 5 (I know. Blasphemy!). This book snapped me out of my mom funk- it gave me back a little piece of me, before kids. And I’m so thankful I stumbled back into this little world.
*Sensi- if you have a bottle of Armani Sensi wallowing at the bottom of a drawer, I’m your girl!