This is how I came to learn that my great-grandma wore a perfume called Evening in Paris.
|With Joyce's Quilt as the photo backdrop--for extra antique awesomeness.|
It smells light and fresh and vaguely reminds me of roses and baby powder. It seems a perfect grandmotherly fragrance. There actually was an Evening in Paris powder set for sale, too, which my great-grandmother also used. I love family stories like that. Little things. Everyday things.
I told my niece, Keleigh, about it and we both put on a dab. Now, despite the fact neither of us ever met her in life, Kel she knows what her great-great grandma smelled like, too. My happy heart did backflips.
I'm wearing Evening in Paris today. With a string of my grandma's pearls to cap it off. Oh, my heart! It is full of familial warm fuzzies.