I can clearly remember sitting in the bathroom of my grandfather's at maybe 4 or so, watching my mom put her make-up on, while I imitated with my Tinkerbell compact, lipstick & perfume.
The smell is still fresh in my memory, unexplainable, but delicate & clean. If my childhood had a smell, this would be it.
Even the packaging, I remember it like yesterday.
I don't recall the moment I received it, nor do I know where it ever went, but I have thought about it almost everyday when I am 'putting my face on'.
Something so innocent about it, in that it was barely noticeable on my face, but the scent and routine made me feel special, glamourous.
Does anyone else remember it?