I overdid it. I always do.
Excited by my purchase last month of one of those seductive little jars of scented oil that has a handful of thin little sticks poking out of it (it made the downstairs bathroom smell like VANILLA!), I ran back to TJ MAXX and bought three more scented bottles and distributed them upstairs.
While at first I enjoyed the olfactory safari I was transported on as I roamed through the house, after a day my nose was on overload. Every time I entered a room I was hit by a different scent of artificial, manufactured tranquility. Apple! Honeysuckle! Some sort of Fall scent that smelled like juice! Disoriented, I lay down this afternoon to take a 90 minute nap and had vivid, terrifying dreams. I woke up cringing in fear to the overwhelming, incongruous scent of apple. Why did I want my room to smell like this anyway? Enough was enough.
I freaked out, collected each bottle and screwed it shut and buried them all in the back of the hall closet.
Now I relish the actual smells of our house: Coffee. Used dryer sheets. Dog. That burny smell the vacuum leaves behind. Ahhhh. That’s more like it.
Rayya The Vet
September 5, 2011 at 4:47 am
Our house smells much the same.. my addiction to coffee and my dogs treating the place like theirs:)