We all have memories, the good and the bad. There are those that teach us and those that give us a new direction. Those we prefer to forget, and those we hold dear. When I think about myself, then one of the most beautiful sections of memories is from my childhood. There was a lot of play, easiness, and dreaming.
When I sprayed Stella McCartney's new perfume POP, it opened a large, forgotten, section in me with childhood memories looking back at me. The first Mothers' Day, full of sunshine, that I remember - my father gives me flowers and asks me to take them to my mother. My little heart full of joy from that event... A large cone full of colourful machine ice cream that could have lasted until the next morning. A scented Barbie with a pink dress that I had long dreamed about and that made it to Estonia in a parcel one day. Was it the scent of the Barbie or the scent of my fulfilled dream? I also remember wandering around the strawberry field, and the joy from picking strawberries into my mouth. Could berries still be so sweet? And finally, falling asleep cuddled up with my mum and dad, and waking up next to them in the morning. The morning full of big and little plans when it seemed that a day lasts an eternity. Where did it all go? And how do those memories come back from just one spray of a perfume?
The perfume POP is described as a bright and unique scent that joins the bubbling flowery scent of tuberose with sandalwood. The tuberose is brighter, crisper, and shows its sunnier side. There's a good amount of cheer and temperament to balance the sandalwood. Maybe there's something in that combination of flower and wood notes that reminds me of the memories from childhood? Moments that make us rich. Oh yes... And of course, the bottle! Which little girl wouldn't like a pink bottle cap? Off the rec it should be said that you don't even need to be little to fall for the metallic pink cap that smartly hides the spray button. A perfume that awakens so many memories, is a find in itself. Is this chapter, this piece of writing, this bottle, and this moment something I will fondly remember later? Lying on my bed and writing these lines, having a large bowl of strawberries at an arm's reach as well as the perfume POP? I'd rather not think about what tomorrow is, today. Or what I'll feel some day. Let today last. It's POP to live today. Right?
Meil kõigil on mälestusi, nii häid kui veel paremaid. On neid, mis meid õpetavad ja neid, mis annavad meile uue suuna. Neid, mida eelistame unustada ja neid, mida peame kalliks. Kui mõtlen endast, siis üks ilusamaid mälestustesekstioone pärineb minu lapsepõlvest. Seal oli palju mängu, muretust ja unistamist.
Kui pihustasin endale Stella McCartney uut parfüümi POP, avas see minus justkui suure, unustatud sektsioonukse, kust mulle vaatavad vastu erinevad mälestused lapsepõlvest. Näiteks esimene, päikesest tulvil emadepäev, mida nii hästi mäletan - isa annab mulle lilled ja palub need emale viia. Minu väike süda selle sündmuse puhul kloppimas ... Või suur vahvlitäis värvilist masinajäätist minu peos, mida vaadates tundub, et seda jätkub küll järgmise hommikuni. Roosa kleidiga lõhnav Barbie, millest olin teab kui kaua unistanud ja mis ühel päeval pakiga Eestisse jõudis. Kas see naeratav Barbie tõepoolest lõhnas või oli minu täitunud unistusel oma lõhn? Ja veel meenub mulle maasikapeenra vahel uitamine ja rõõm igast suhu pistetud magusast marjast. Kas nii magusaid marju enam leidubki? Ja lõpuks uinumine õhtul ema ja isa kaisus ning hommikune ärkaime nende vahel. Suuri ja väikseid plaane täis hommik, mil tundus, et päev kestab igaviku. Minu ema jahedad käed mu pruunidesse juustesse patsi punumas ... Minu esimesed roosaks lakitud küüned. Minu elevus, kui panin jalga oma ema kõrge kontsaga täpilised kingad. Kuhu see kõik kadus? Ja kuidas tulevad need hetked tagasi vaid ühest pihustusest?
PHOTOS: Stella K. Wadowsky