I possess an incredibly nuanced sense of smell -- this is likely due to the fact that my other senses are, even in my youth, in rapid decline. From absorbing fifteen years' worth of high-octane monitor output singing everything from Andrews Sisters' harmonies to a high/lonesome bluegrass whine, my ears are somewhat lacking. Just ask my co-workers. Everything they say to me from across the room sounds like Ozzy Ozbourne...I mistakenly think every sentence ends with "Sharon".
My eyesight is another disaster altogether. As a -1.75 case of blaring nearsightedness, I stubbornly refuse to wear corrective lenses or eyeglasses. The former remind me of those spiny-looking inserts they place in the eyes of deceased people in the prep room (thanks to my few in-house sessions with my husband at the local funeral home, I know way too much about this kind of stuff). Wearing the latter makes me feel like I will never, ever, ever be a rock star when I grow up. All is vanity, King Sol. Fo' sho'.
So this morning, my house was less than fragrant. I make no apologies to anyone other than myself and its other residents for allowing it to fall into such disarray; with two deaths, a sprinkle of quietly bubbling family drama and a splash of over-commitment, husband-dear and I have hardly been present there long enough to tweak the domestic ambiance. All of the Glade Plug-Ins (Harvest Spice, of course) have long ago turned into crispy little fire hazards, the pugs' room smells like beef sweat, and the distinct aroma of eau de kitty had wafted along the upstairs hallway. The nasal dissonance was overwhelming.
Aromatherapy to the rescue!!!
My recipe for scentual rescue...
Drop into an oil warmer:
8 drops Mandarin essential oil
6 drops Lavendar
6 drops Orange
4 drops Rosewood
Viva la difference!!!
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