Earlier this week I was sitting in my car enjoying life. There was a smell assaulting my nostrils. Hmmm….maybe a food smell. Yes, a food smell gone stale. Like French fries or hamburgers. Like from three weeks ago. Where was that coming from? I wasn’t passing any food places.
Dang! It’s me. More precisely, it’s my coat.
We had been in a local bistro the week before. (It always sounds better when you call them bistros!) It’s a nice place with real cloth window treatments and wallpaper on the walls. Clean, good food, everything you want in a restaurant. That is except for one thing. When you leave you take a piece of it with you.
The odor of cooking fats is in your clothes, your hair and yes, your coat. Every time we go there I wonder why we don’t go more often. The answer is that we need a complete cleaning afterward. Just hose us down in the back yard.
As a person over 40 (hey, did I hear some snickering there?) I am very conscious of smells. Old people smell. Yes they do. I’ve blogged about it before. If you missed this pithy piece, here it is. The bottom line is that I am intent on not getting “old people smell.”
When I was young I worked at a place where the coats hung on a common rack. The men’s coats reeked of grease, smoke and body odor (that was back in the smoking days). The women’s coats smelled of old perfume and soft body odor from wearing wool coats for 10 years without getting them cleaned.
I would keep my coat segregated so it didn’t get contaminated. I like to think my coat smelled of good times, shopping excursions, new shoes, FRESH perfume and all things wonderful.
Eventually I had my own office and kept my coat there.
When I started to get very hot moments (did I hear more snickering?) I switched over to washable coats. You can get very nice coats that are washable.
I worry about cat smells too – almost to the point of being neurotic about it. It hasn’t stopped me from accumulating cats though.
Neither has cooking smells stopped me from eating. I am going to a Chinese restaurant tonight. They have an unusual odor. However, the odor doesn’t linger in my coat. I think.
On Thanksgiving Day my house will smell of roasting turkey and all the trimmings. That will be so welcome that day. By Friday morning I will be trying to get the smell of stale food out of the house! Candles! Exhaust fan! Plug ins! Maybe I should bake cookies?
I don’t know why some places envelop you in odor and some places don’t. I love Bath and Body shops. They smell good and I always hope that I smell good coming out of them but I’m not sure it sticks.
Someone needs to invent a smellometer so I can tell more easily if my house or clothes smell. Hmmm….Maybe that’s what my nose is for!
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