So the other day I went on a search for my Prada perfume. My last bottle was either lost or stolen, it was my 31st birthday...so I am not putting too much thought in it. Well they didn't have my Prada. So to waste some time, I decided to smell all the million kinds of Chanel that one can buy. I have tried it on before, and was always sad to say that they kind of stank on me. When others wear it, I can trail behind sucking in all that Chanel goodness. But on me...not so much.Well perhaps it was my lucky day, or my ph balances are changing, or some weird business like that...but I tried some Coco Chanel and fell in lust with my wrist. I have to admit that I kind of smelled like a grandma...perhaps a lot like Coco Chanel herself. An eccentric, worldly, out spoken granny. And I LIKED IT! So a few months from now, when I can finally save the money to buy the damn expensive perfume....I will be the one with her nose on her wrist and a lovely sedated smile on her face.
Coco...you are my new hero.
xo carey
