The other day, I was reading Gawker, and I was shocked that they took time out of their busy irony-laden postings to write this earnest and rather girly post about Quelques Fleurs. It reminded me of my own college experience; there was this girl, who was sort of in my extended circle of friends, and I was equal parts scared of and fascinated by her. She was fabulously wealthy and, in my sheltered Midwestern eyes, very glamorous. And she wore Quelques Fleurs. The perfume smells incredibly awful on me, but if it works with your chemistry, it's an incredibly luxurious, intoxicating scent. And, yes, it does make you smell like a rich girl.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
A trip down memory lane
The other day, I was reading Gawker, and I was shocked that they took time out of their busy irony-laden postings to write this earnest and rather girly post about Quelques Fleurs. It reminded me of my own college experience; there was this girl, who was sort of in my extended circle of friends, and I was equal parts scared of and fascinated by her. She was fabulously wealthy and, in my sheltered Midwestern eyes, very glamorous. And she wore Quelques Fleurs. The perfume smells incredibly awful on me, but if it works with your chemistry, it's an incredibly luxurious, intoxicating scent. And, yes, it does make you smell like a rich girl.
The other day, I was reading Gawker, and I was shocked that they took time out of their busy irony-laden postings to write this earnest and rather girly post about Quelques Fleurs. It reminded me of my own college experience; there was this girl, who was sort of in my extended circle of friends, and I was equal parts scared of and fascinated by her. She was fabulously wealthy and, in my sheltered Midwestern eyes, very glamorous. And she wore Quelques Fleurs. The perfume smells incredibly awful on me, but if it works with your chemistry, it's an incredibly luxurious, intoxicating scent. And, yes, it does make you smell like a rich girl.
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