nuance

so, there are little things that pop into my mind when thinking of my mom. for some reason, those prickly little rollers for hair pop into my mind. the ones that had to be secured by those little white, plastic, pointy hair pins. also, my mother had the most massive collection of hairbrushes. if you were to go into my house in montgomery and open the drawer on the bottom of a gaudily painted yellow wicker chest of drawers you would find a rubbermade "shoebox" of said hairbrushes my sister collected and stored there. i have not moved them. i wonder how she came to have so many hairbrushes. probably the same reason i have a million pairs of pilers and jigsaw blade...we just misplaced things. i am not much different than my mom. i would give anything to smell the perfume she wore, the smell of that old fashioned "waxy" lipstick. vicks vapor rub and bacon......charlie and arpege perfume. fresh tomatoes and dirt. i just would love to bottle all of that and carry that scent on me so that i can never forget her...i don't think i will ever forget her.