Well, you know how it is, in this Age of Internet. One minute you’re struggling to remember the name of the restaurant you only went to TWICE A WEEK because it was down the street and fabulous (it was Sole Mio, on Armitage Avenue, btw. Omg. I miss those days)…and the next you are reading this amazing post on ‘craigslostchicago’ and….well, it was weird. There are restaurants on there that, at one point in time, were the highlight of my life but when they showed up on this list I was stunned to have completely excised them from my memory. Hamburger Hamlet! Omg. I LIVED in that place both in Chicago and the Sunset one in LA and ……wow. Totally forgot. Magic Pan with my favorite Chicken Elegante’ crepes (essentially chicken pot pie in crepe form – you can take the girl out of the Midwest…) with those little burnt edges…..The Gibraltar Room and Top of the Rock, back when the Prudential Building, at 40 floors, was the tallest building in Chicago (and it had clear sightlines to the Palmolive Building at the north end of Michigan Avenue, with its beacon) ….I was 7 when my aunt took my parents, brother and me up to the Top of the Rock for dinner. My mother fled to the bathroom to throw up, since she’d never been in an elevator that shot straight up from the ground to floor 40! I wore my favorite yellow chiffon dress and black Mary Janes. I have no idea what we all ate – but I was 7. I remember my mom had something under glass. I was 7. It was glorious. I did not throw up.
I have no idea how I could’ve forgotten all of those restaurants.
I also have no idea how I could’ve forgotten two of the iconic perfumes of my formative teens. Boobling about on Surrender to Chance’s site I found myself in the Decades group – settling into the 60s &70s, which was my threshold into young adulthood (wasn’t that just yesterday? No? Are you suuure?) – anyhoo, y’all aren’t going to believe this, but I’d forgotten about Heaven Sent! And Love’s Baby Soft! I stank the house UP with those two perfumes and wore the floppy sunhat in either pink or blue because Heaven Sent, right? It’s funny how just the mention of certain things or situations can evoke a visceral response. My bfffe, Missy Denise, gave a little gasp! of recognition when I said I’d gotten samples of HS & LBS. It’s an Old Lady thing, I’m sure of it….or am I? Any of you young’ns ever tried it? What about you gals of a …well, a ‘certain age’? Wanna? I talked with The Girl (who is too young to remember yesterday, let alone 1970) and She said she would be happy to poke a hot-pink pawnail at randomdogord and pull a winner. Tell me: what were your signature late teen scents? Are they still on your radar or did this post cause them to sneak up on you, much like Heaven Sent sneaked up on me? Any restaurants now-vanished that were the hallmark of your younger years? Tell me stories!
and…omg! I went back to read the notes on Heaven Sent (because it really is an indescribable mélange (to me) – maybe because it is such an iconic part of my teenhood?) and, upon reading the copy, remembered that Donovan’s 1968 pop song ‘Wear Your Love Like Heaven’ was used to advertise the perfume. For a nanosecond, I was 14 again! Not a bad thing (for a nanosecond) since, at 14, I hadn’t yet had any of the accidents that have my bones aching now..) …and I didn’t have to pay my own mortgage or car insurance. And Life stretched out before my eyes….(oh, waah-waah!, ya whiner. It still stretches out. As long as you can see (within or without). So quitcherbitchin’. 😉