First off, congratulations to:
who have each won a sample of Oscar de la Renta’s Oriental Lace. To claim your prize, click on the Drop Us a Note link at the very top of the page, put “Ann giveaway” in the subject line and send us your name, address and a reminder of what you’ve won.
Woo-hoo, it looks like spring may have sprung, at least for some parts of the country. (Unless Mother Nature decides to change her mind yet again.) Our few days here of above 60 degree temps have put me in mind of spring cleaning. And that would include my purse. So I’m asking the end-of-winter (hopefully) question: “What’s your EBP?”
No, that’s not some kind of official-speak, as in, “Hey, Bill, what’s your ETA to the next service call?” It stands for Emergency Backup Perfume, and it was coined by lovely Posse reader AnnieA on a post several years ago.
It’s something a lot of us probably do without even thinking about it. We apply a scent at home, take the spray or vial or bottle with us for touch-ups later in the day and head out the door. And after a busy day or week (or in my case, months), we forget to take them all back out again. I did this last year as fall was bearing down on us, so let’s try it again now that spring may finally be on its way.
OK, I’ll go first. In my very messy handbag, I have lurking:
A sample of Puredistance Opardu, a tiny spray of Frederic Malle’s Dries Van Noten, and a sample of Oscar de la Renta’s Oriental Lace. Also a small spray of one of my under-the-radar loves, Costes 2, for a portable spritz of cozy comfort. One caution: I try to keep all these together in a plastic zip-top baggie as I’m deathly afraid of leakage. Having once had the lining of a handbag stained this way, I’m not eager for a repeat performance.
So what’s your EBP? Have a peek at the bottom of your purses, backpacks, briefcases, etc., and share what vials, sprayers, etc., are rolling around in there, won’t you?
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