My Daily Minefield

A few weeks ago Beloved and I spent time at the home of El Capitán and Nana Sea Star.  Their home is so nice.  Nana Sea Star has a great eye for style. Her home is incredibly organized and beautifully decorated.  Yet, she still manages to make it feel very very comfortable.  It’s the kind of place that when I leave – and get home – and look at my own mess – and decorating style (or lack thereof) – well, I just tend to say – ick!  Because no matter how hard I try, I will NEVER be as organized nor will I EVER have the flair for decor that the Sea Star possesses.

I can live with the fact that I will never be able to duplicate the “look” of Nana Sea Star’s home.  But, I can’t begin to tell you the frustration of not being able to replicate the smell that greets you every time you walk through her front door.  It’s amazing!  It is, for a lack of a better word, “welcoming.”  In fact, if I had a brain between my ears, I would run through her house with an empty jar, collecting air samples.  Which I would then ship off to the laboratory and marketing departments of Glade or Febreze.  And then I would then make a bajillion dollars on my new home fragrance,  “Welcoming Sea Star.”

Packaging to be improved upon at a later date!!!!!!!

Now, you would think it would be fairly easy to track down a smell.  Nope, at least not the elusive Sea Star Scent.  And it’s not like I didn’t try.  I have literally run through the woman’s home, like a bloodhound; sniffing at anything and everything I came across.

I sniffed her candles.

I sniffed her plug-ins.

I sniffed her decorations that looked like they had potpourri in them.

I sniffed her air freshener.

I sniffed her decorative soaps.

I sniffed her cleaning supplies.

Heck, I even sniffed the Sea Star herself!

But, my efforts were fruitless. 

Which leaves me with two disturbing conclusions.

The first being:   No matter how dedicated my will, no matter how stalwart my resolve, the Secret Smell of the Scenty Sea Star will remain undiscovered.

The second:  Holy Crap!  Maybe that’s the smell of a VERY CLEAN house.  Now I’m really dead in the water for I am too lazy to accomplish such an achievement!!

But, what I do have is a farfetched and phantasmagorical idea.  I must press forward.  I will not be defeated!  I must continue to find answers to this phenomenon!   Even if it leads me deep into the clandestine world of  – dare I say it out loud – shhhhhh . . . “the list”.

I must stop now, for the walls have eyes – big green ones that are hungry. 

As I delve deeper into this mystery, I will continue to share my findings. 

Until then . . .

Stay Sniffy, my friends!