When asked in 1954 what she wore on bed at night, Marilyn Monroe answered, “Five drops of Chanel No. 5.”
I am jealous of women who have a favourite perfume. Who always wear it and who become synonymous with that scent. I think perfume suggests elegance. It has a timeless quality. If you know someone who wears the same scent, it reminds you of them, it links in your mind with a picture of who they are and what they stand for.
I am always frustrated by trying to find this elusive signature scent for myself. I currently alternate between Vera Wang Princess and Chanel no. 5 but don’t feel they particularly stick to me or that they’ve become recognisable to me. I am always unsure if it’s just about consistency – wearing the same one every day so it becomes you or searching for one that declares who you are or want to be as a woman.
Fashion designers have long proclaimed the importance of wearing perfume for women, leading us all to link elegance and being a true lady to wearing it …
“A woman’s perfume tells you more about her than her handwriting” – Christian Dior.
“A woman who doesn’t wear perfume has no future” – Coco Chanel.
But is wearing perfume even important for women anymore? I find that it’s mostly my mum and her friends that have that familiar scent, my friends don’t seem to bother as much, maybe just for a night out but not every day use. Is this a sign that we leaving our ladylike qualities behind and losing that elegance that made women like Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn have such timeless beauty?
Do you have a signature scent? Do you think perfume has lost its allure to us now?
Posted by Victoria-writes on February 28, 2011
Today I am wearing new shoes (black leather lace up boots) and they REALLY hurt. Walking through London trying to smile through the pain, I was thinking about the saying “walk a mile in someone’s shoes” – that you can’t really know what someone’s life is like unless you experience it for yourself.
I got a snapshot of two very different viewpoints yesterday from women in UK with very different lives:
1. A female columnist in free weekly mag. Stylist, who was talking about her refusal to take on her husbands surname, fearing she would lose her identity along with her madian name.
2. A 18 year old girl getting married on Channel 4 documentary My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding who was describing her soon-to-be life of staying in the home cleaning, cooking, looking after the children and checking with her husband if she wants to go out anywhere.
It got me thinking about how extreme both views are. How some women feminism doesn’t even enter their heads, and for others they worry about how being with a man might change their feminist identity.
I can’t picture either of these two women’s lives as my own. I couldn’t imagine walking in their shoes. But I can understand the Stylist’s writers’ views more because I have been brought up in a completely different culture to the young Traveller girl where I see men and women as equals.
On a positive note, I liked how both women were able to live with their views, with their own cultures. Because surely feminism is about choice? Being able to live the way you want – have a career, vote or stay at home and have a family, both options are open to us now.
Right now, I’ll stick to my own shoes (even if they hurt) but it’s interesting to see how other people walk!
Posted by Victoria-writes on February 2, 2011