I remember one mothers day when I was little, I wanted to buy my mom a special present. Since I was old enough to cross the street by myself, I walked down to a little variety store. Oh what a fun place to go. It carried everything. Even penny candy. But I had my mind set on something beautiful. And it smell real good. It was a beautiful blue bottle of EVENING IN PARIS perfume. As a little girl I thought this was the most beautiful bottle ever seen. Cobalt blue, with a gold cap and gold label. Oh I knew she'd feel like she had an evening in Paris when she wore it. For I felt it was magical. I even threw in a few pieces of penny candy. Mom was surprised and happy with her gift. And I got to share her candy. Although years later, I remember seeing that beautiful bottle of perfume sitting on her shelf, almost still full... Smell, maybe it was all in my mind, because of that beautiful magical bottle. But it was a special mother's day. When mothers were mothers and children were innocent.