A few weeks ago, I got a new circular in the mail from Ulta. Included were a few perfume samples. I’ve worn the same perfume, Chanel No. 5, since I was 16 and I am sensitive to new scents. So I don’t know what possessed me to open up and try all the perfume samples included in the catalog. It was probably the influence of my three year old. I was surprised and moderately embarrassed that I liked the new Katy Perry perfume. I decided then that when my current bottle of perfume ran out, I would try KP’s. Not a big deal to some, but for me, a person who can be fearful of change, a huge step. That time drew near and so, I decided to check out the new scent at Sephora since I was already in the mall.
At first, I tried not to draw attention to the fact that I was there for KP. But it wasn’t in the women’s fragrance section and I was forced to ask its location. It was on the endcap with the Bieber, 1D, and Taylor Swift fragrances. If I could turn red, I would’ve right then. After the first associate witnessed my humiliation, I couldn’t find those fragrance stick thingies that you use to test the scent. So, I asked another salesperson to help me locate them. She decided to stick around and see which one I was trying. To add to my shame, she tried to quiz my 3 y/o on said pop-stars. Being three and basically mute in public, Lark said nothing. The associate laughed that it was probably a good think Lark didn’t know who they were and moved along.
Relieved I didn’t like KP after all, I pulled hub and the kiddo over to the magical “find your scent” computer hoping for some answers. Did I mention I also had my husband in tow? With the absence of available girlfriends to escort me on such trips, L has received an accidental education on all things makeup, beauty, and fashion over the years. While poking around on the computer, a third salesperson swooped in. When I told him my dilemma, he nodded with sympathy while simultaneously expressing his shock at my wearing No. 5. He said that I was much too “youthful” for that old perfume and proceeded to make some suggestions. There was one I wanted to try, but he didn’t seem a fan, so I skipped it. After a few, I thought I’d found the one and was taking it to the register but began to hesitate. I decided to try Flowerbomb, which was the popular perfume the salesman didn’t favor. And guess what? I loved it!
By this point, I was too mortified to go up to the counter with my choice, fearing looks of disapproval and subtle whispering from the staff about my lack of taste. So, I did what any other socially awkward introvert would do in such a situation. I decided to leave the store and come back when there would probably be new staff on duty. This whole process left L dazed and confused, and not just because he’d sniffed too many perfumes.