Truth is, I did have toys. I had a passel of Barbies and my mom even hand-made me some flannel nightgowns for them that matched my own. I also had my fake Cabbage Patch doll - Jonathan and another random doll, Christina. I had a rad bike. But the point is, I mostly remember playing pretend. I played office with the papers from the trash, I played Mary Kay Lady with a goldmine of a find - a discarded "starter kit".
Over and over, at many different stages of my youth, I played Apothecarian. True, I didn't call it that at the time. I probably called it "Perfume Lady" or in my more industrially-minded days, "Perfume Factory".
And then, one time, I made homemade potpourri. It was during the era when potpourri was all the rage. We had several crusty, dusty bowls of the stuff strategically placed around our house. I thought for sure that I had hit paydirt.
I loved every minute of collecting the pretty, colorful blooms. Even then, I was a sucker for flowers, in any form. They were breathtakingly beautiful all combined in my empty styrofoam egg carton. If memory serves me, I gifted the potpourri to my Aunt Jennifer, on her birthday.
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