Yup, I have it again. Perfume inertia. Not exactly the fuck-its, but close.
I'm still wearing perfume - or sniffing - daily, but it's not 'doing me' like it's supposed to. Plus, since I've been buying like a lunatic, my collection contains new perfumes that I Simply Had To Have that have never made it onto my skin.
Inner Critic has a whole bag of 'What a dumb ass.'
One thing is certain; Daphne is on a break, refusing to get twitterpated over anything. She did perk up when I layered Estee Lauder's Knowing with Demeter Dirt, but with her, enough is never enough.
Then all she wanted was, 'layer Dirt with this, layer Dirt with that.' Fifteen scent strips later, Daphne was workin' my last nerve.
This isn't the first time inertia has hit, but every time it does, I fear that perfume will lose its appeal forever. I will suddenly be content to hang out with the unspritzed and uninspired masses.
Then you'll have to shoot me.
How do you deal with Perfume Inertia?
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