For years I’ve wanted some real perfume. I’ve been spritzing myself with Bath and Body Works body spray for years, but it’s not quite the same. I could never quite justify spending so much money on something so superfluous, so vain. You can buy a lot of food for the cost of just one bottle of perfume. I always thought it would be a luxury beyond my reach. But lucky for me, I live with a man who loves to spoil me. Christmas morning, just before the ring, I opened a gift to reveal a bottle of the ultimate classic, Chanel No. 5.
Perfume is like magic in a bottle. One spritz of that intoxicating amber liquid makes me feel sophisticated. Like a real woman. The heady scent transports me. It is pure luxury. I feel like a princess or Audrey Hepburn. I love catching the scent again later in the day. It makes me feel like I’m walking around in a cloud.
I am not and never will be a person with money. As a teacher, I am barely middle class. I will have to buy my clothes at Target and Ross for the rest of my life. I’ll probably never own a cashmere sweater, another one of my luxury fantasies. I know that my lust for these fine things is frivolous if not slightly immoral. But the glimpse of that bottle of Chanel, the whiff of that warm fragrance makes me feel so special. It brings a smile to my face every time. And the fact that I’m going to marry a man who thought I deserved something so extravagant brings me a peace I’ve been sorely lacking for years.