October 21, 2011


I'm a sucker for unconsciously design-y product packaging. Especially if it's intricate and features disarmingly broken English. And costs like, thirty-five cents.

I'm also a sucker for a man who will drive a whole box of soap (and said packaging) halfway across the country for me, just because he used some once while visiting me and wanted to replace it.

I think the scent reminds him (and me, if I'm being honest and uncharacteristically nostalgic) of a particularly exciting time in our relationship. The long-distance phone calls. The agonized-over mixed CDs. Pre-"I love you" and "I think I want to move to North Carolina." It reminds me of all the places we both love (and left behind) in Oklahoma City, and the adventures we had there before I moved.

And it reminds us both to take showers occasionally.