WHAT DOES YOUR MOTHER SMELL LIKE
Okay, so it's NOT knitting-related but I was using my favourite hand cream this afternoon and the scent reminded me that my mother always smelled of Nivea. You know, the cream in the little blue jar. That is the one defining scent that brings my mother to mind with no effort whatsoever.
Isn't it funny how scents can conjure up the most vivid memories from childhood and why is that? Are they so indelibly etched into our brains that we carry them with us all through our lives?
Dear ol' Dad always smelled of Old Spice because, after all, if you grew up in the 60's, that was the quintessential gift that every kid bought for their dads for every possible occasion.
Mom's gone now but lives on every time I catch a trace of Nivea in the air ... and sometimes, I think she's close enough to touch ...
