I remember back in 8th grade, Bath & Body Works first came out, and it instantly became this fad at my junior high. If you were cool, you wore this stuff. You smelled awesome, and you got to carry around those cool bottles with lotion in your purse. My family never could afford any of the big fads when I was in school - the Peace Frog t-shirts were big, Banana Republic t-shirts, Guess jeans, Jansport backpacks with patches all over them, converse sneakers. I always wore the rip-off version of those because in my family, if you wanted something extra like that then you had to pay for it. This is why I started working as soon as I could when I was 14, so I could have the extra spending money. But even when I did have some spending money, I still couldn't afford some of these fads. we lived in a pretty wealthy school district, you see....
Anyway, I digress...this story does, in fact, have a point. I'm getting there....anyway, T and I went shopping the other day because my mother-in-law got me a $10 Bath & Body Works gift card. Knowing that there are some awesome sales after Christmas, I wanted to spend it in celebration of the new job. So we went there, and I scoured the store looking for the best sale, and I came across a sign for $3 per bottle. They were mostly old scents, but I saw an old favorite of mine:
I specifically remember that this was the scent (Country Apple) to wear back when the store first opened. I loved the smell of it, but I never could buy it for myself. Spending $8.50 on a bottle of lotion? Out of the question in my parent's minds. (This went somewhere along the lines of spending $3.85 on a Bonne Bell Lipsmacker, too.) I immediately grabbed the bottle and smelled it, taking in the scent. "Oh this brings me back," I told T. He looked at me like I had lost my mind, so I went into my whole "cool girls" story.
Then it dawned on me...hey, I can afford it now! "Hey, I can be one of the cool girls!" I exclaimed to T in the middle of the store, several onlookers overhearing us, I'm sure. I quickly scooped up my bottles and headed to the checkout.
It's amazing what a little nostalgia can do to you, isn't it? Now all I need to do is to get my Banana Republic t-shirt, wrap a flannel shirt around my waist and wear a matching scrunchie on my wrist (only on the wrist, NEVER in the hair), and I'll be back in 1995.
What kinds of things bring you back?