Back in the Jurassic Era(2001), when I was constantly bombarded with PEOPLE & STUFF (born of people) and I would go home to EVEN MORE STUFF (and people) the thing I most longed for was… quiet. And it always made me feel gaboozlely because I was sure I was just a fiend for not wanting to be around PEOPLE & STUFF 24/7 (okay, mostly never, if I’m being honest)…
…and then I came across this wonderful Ernie Pook comeek, by Lynda Barry, titled ‘Coelacanth’
This little gem .. it was as if Lynda Barry had written is Just For Me. My whole life in an angry household, spent chasing peace and quiet, the epitome of my desire found in the pages of The Chicago Reader. I cut it out, saved it… then.. poof! Vanished. Couldn’t find it.
No worries, right? I’ll just go on the good ol’ World Wide Web – EVERYTHING! is on the World Wide Web.
Except this one comic. Years of searching, even as Goog attained World Domination, gathering all intel from all over the globe… still no Comeek. I knew I’d stashed it somewhere – I couldn’t have imagined it (not that many frames – just not possible…right?) … so about a year ago, when things had settled down to a dull roar, I decided to think about where I might’ve put it (20+ years ago) and go on the hunt.
And..on a hunch I quieted my mind, then got a… ‘maybe’….looked in That One Place I hadn’t looked and vi-ola! I found it! Tucked in the back of the back of an old Filofax (remember those? I’ve kept all of them! Probably time for a Swedish Death Cleanse) it was still as Perfectly Me as ever – but more important, the finding of it confirmed that I hadn’t lost my mind and made that whole comeek up. Because, guess what? I STILL cannot find it on the DubyaDubyaDubya. (insert shrug emoji).
It got me thinking about other things in Life that have vanished: Christmas in July dusting powder – my mother had a box of this on the pink toilet tank in our bathroom and while I couldn’t tell you what it smelled like (this screenshot, from a 1948 ad, says it’s ‘green-cool’. Alrighty then. Early Gooble searches came up with red tins – NEWP! I remembered it as a round white box with pastel stars…and I was about to sign myself into a’facility’ because….until the Fleabay seller Mirluck put 1948 Christmas in July cologne dusting powder woman swimming vintage ad | eBay up for bid. Thank you, Floyd (and Mirluck) – tis PERSACKLY as I remembered it!
Y’all remember The Hunt for Ondine? A pretty-but-forgettable (imo) perfume by Suzanne Thierry, for some reason it was the display at Marshall Field’s in Oakbrook that stayed in my mind, all cool white flowers atop a round table at the entrance to the beauty department. I’ve smelled Ondine since – and it’s still pretty – but nothing can ever replicate my delight at seeing that display.
My first bottle of Je Reviens by Worth, worn as a teenager. I don’t even know what I would be hunting for – my lost youth, perhaps? It was a buttery, big white floral – and it was the name of Rebecca de Winter’s boat, the one in which she allegedly drowned when it sank (no spoiler: read the book. Or watch the excellent film). I always felt weird that I wanted to be Rebecca because Good Catholic Girls were supposed to want to be The Second Mrs DeWinter. Squoo that. Rebecca was FABULOUS! imperious, impetuous, amoral, corrupt…Max may have hated her – but hate is incendiary…and takes no prisoners. Certainly beats a tepid affection – at least it does in fiction. As lovely as the Worth perfume is, it was not Rebecca’s – hers would’ve been Mitsouko. And she was never forgotten. Make mine Rebecca.
Do you have any mutable memories or have you hunted down everything that has popped into your mind from your childhood and beyond? Lmk! I’ll have M. Jacques pull a winner!
Speaking of winners MAYA is the winner from ‘What’s in a Name?’. Maya, gmail evilauntieanita and give me your deets – M. Jacques will get some fun out to you pronto!