Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I wanna trademark...
...you know, something you're known for..like a fragrance ....or a style ..
I once thought I had a signature fragrance..Youth Dew by Estee Lauder. What a dumb name...Youth Dew......not Estee Lauder..although 'spell check' thinks "Estee" is a dumb name.
Youth Dew sounds like pre-adolescent perspiration. Or worse yet, baby pee.
But I LOVED the smell. And it made it really easy at Christmas or birthdays - everyone just got me some version of the perfume. Cologne, actually. Perfume was (and is still) waaaay too expensive.
But people would comment that they knew it was me by the fragrance..or that they smelled it somewhere and it reminded them of ...me..
Yep, until I was in a line at an Einstein's Bagels and this young twittery-you tube-facebook-type girl said,
"Oh! You smell just like my......GRANDMOTHER! And , oh, I need to call her..." and she left..
When I think of old people, you know, Grandmother types, I think of moth-balls. Or Ben Gay..not Estee Lauder Youth Dew..but I haven't really worn it much since then.
Call me fickle.
So, OK, some of you may be thinking my gravity-defying-spiky-short-white-hair could be my trademark..
Not so much. I mean, should I ever decide to go completely 80's with the appropriately proportioned height-to-width ratio of Ozone-popping- lacquered hair and dig out my forehead-hugging-rainbow-headbands, then I'd be out of luck with the whole "trademark" thing....
Hmm....Maybe I'll start wearing 2 different colored Crocs...
Or, hey, a pearl necklace! Yeah - that's it! I LOVE the pearl necklace earrings that Jeff & Rachael got me.
And I can channel my inner-Barbara Bush..
And, oh, I can wear them all the time..like with my favorite "man-sized" T-shirts with the jeans that are fastly becoming too long..(am I growing shorter? Or is it that I am loosing the need to the material to go around that much girth?..I'd like to think the latter...)
Gardening? Got pearls. Cooking? Yep, they're there! Walking the dogs? Absolutely!
Eating? Well, Ye.....ahhh......maybe not so much.
I mean, when I put my glasses on one of those leashes that allow them to hang down and attempt to eat, I find the "shelf" they have created is a perfect catching place for chunks of the Pineapple Salsa from my lunch...or the errant shreds of my shredded wheat.
Can you imagine pearls with a touch of mustard ? A drip of spaghetti sauce? A slice of black olive?
Back to the ol' drawing board...
So what is it that make you YOU? What can someone mention and your name automatically pops into their heads?
"Peace Out" no wait, that's Ryan Secrest. " G'night and God bless"...naw, Red Skelton.
"Later.." well, that's just lame.