Pongwiffy and the Avon of DOOM
Sep. 18th, 2002 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220Spent the day with Rachie and we've hopefully badgered Charlie into coming to see Signs with us tomorrow.
Anyway, I got home to find that the very well meaning but completely barmy Avon lady had been a-calling again and mum had managed to end up in a conversation with her.
Turns out that mum is on the hunt for a perfume that will fit her.
Now the thing about my mum is that she has really odd skin.
Really odd.
I can wear a perfume and MOST of the time it continues to smell pretty much like it's supposed to. Mother dearest wears one and it smells like soap then vanishes within minutes.
Alternatively it smells like roast beef (Yes, that HAS happened) so the Avon lady lent her a little mini-selection tester box thing.
I got home to find the dining room reeking to high heaven and, well I can't miss an opportunity to stink like hell, so I joined in the fun. ^__^
All I learned was the the perfume I usually buy smells better on me than the ones I don't buy.
Well there's a big ole' well Duh for you all.
And mum's still not found one she likes, though one of them (I forget which one) has ended up smelling like laundry powder on me...
Now I really need to take a shower. I really, really stink.
Anyway, I got home to find that the very well meaning but completely barmy Avon lady had been a-calling again and mum had managed to end up in a conversation with her.
Turns out that mum is on the hunt for a perfume that will fit her.
Now the thing about my mum is that she has really odd skin.
Really odd.
I can wear a perfume and MOST of the time it continues to smell pretty much like it's supposed to. Mother dearest wears one and it smells like soap then vanishes within minutes.
Alternatively it smells like roast beef (Yes, that HAS happened) so the Avon lady lent her a little mini-selection tester box thing.
I got home to find the dining room reeking to high heaven and, well I can't miss an opportunity to stink like hell, so I joined in the fun. ^__^
All I learned was the the perfume I usually buy smells better on me than the ones I don't buy.
Well there's a big ole' well Duh for you all.
And mum's still not found one she likes, though one of them (I forget which one) has ended up smelling like laundry powder on me...
Now I really need to take a shower. I really, really stink.
