Collecting
or hoarding?
Sometimes it
is pretty hard to tell the difference. My husband has noticed I always buy two
of everything. If I decide I must have a cashmere scarf, it ends up being at
least two cashmere scarfs. I think it actually ended up being three, not
counting the perfect one I lost at the mall. But sometimes you need a backup
and sometimes you just aren’t sure which choice will be the best.
So now, if I
really like a scent, I need at least two bottles. Maybe more. Which would make
a lot of sense if I was using them. However, I find myself not using the ones I
love the most. The Guerlains are must haves, but the wearing is problematic. My
life doesn’t seem to have important enough days to break out the good stuff! It
seems deeply ingrained, and possible genetic. Or is it just our old survival
skills being transferred to more frivolous “needs”?
My grandpa
always needs a set of everything for “put back”. Tshirts (remember when men wore them under
their shirt?), socks, underwear. He would have an extra of them in the wrapper
in his drawer. Open one package, he would need another! Silly, huh? And guess
what I find myself doing with perfumes? Hmm….
Like many of
us I have been on eBay a lot since this obsession went into full blossom. I see
groups of old perfumes described as the estate of a collector, when the seller
didn’t know the deceased. If it is for a relative, she will be called a pack
rat or hoarder. Ok, 22 bottles of the
same perfume that we’ve never even heard of evaporating away in a closet
somewhere could be excessive. Even for me. But I look at those 22 bottles with
that primordial ooze left, and pangs of longing arise. I know how I would love
to apply that brown syrup! And I would use that. It is the ones we have heard
of that I get torn up about. That is one reason I love to buy used vintage scents,
I have no qualms about those. Especially if it is something called Remarkable
by Milnet. If it is called Shalimar…isn’t it a little too wonderful to use
today? Or if it is a discontinued scent and I don’t have a put back.
And yet, I
see bottles up for sale that still have the cords around the neck and nothing
left in them. There is something so sad about that, like a doll that was bought
to be kept in a box instead of loved and held. It waited and waited for use,
for someone to at least sniff it, and finally gave up the last of its life
inside the glass wall. Perfume is meant to be smelled or the purpose is lost. Concentration
is wonderful, complete evaporation is not. I think I’ll wear a Guerlain.
Tomorrow.