This morning while I was in the shower, squeezing out the sweet action Tressemme conditioner that Lauran recommended (it really DOES make my hair smooth and silky, thanks Lauran!) I realized that it smelled like my birthday. Not my birthday every year, but a specific birthday, around when I was six and I got that doll that had ink stamps in her boots and pink iridescent stickers in her hair bow (there's nothing like hair bow iridescence that makes a six year old "want that").
I have a theory about birthdays and smell. Most of my theories revolve around smell, and if you've read my blog at all, you have a pretty good idea why. But my theory is that on our birthday, especially as kids, things are just...different. It is not a usual day to us. It's like the Tressemme shampoo system compared to every other Pert Plus day. Everything is somewhat magical and every sense is heightened. It's like we know that at 12:01 the magic will die off and we'll be left with only the memory and it's all we can do to make sure that memory is as absolutely poignant as it possibly can be. So we remember the smell. It's like new toy mixed with ice cream cake, mixed with the smell of a freshly vacuumed carpet because mom was afraid of what the other kids would tell their parents about the way we lived.
But anyway, the conditioner smelled like my birthday. For two seconds I got to relive a magical day...And then I rubbed it around my head and rinsed it off and it ended. Oh well.