Shalimar: The Choice of Mrs. Beasley’s Everywhere

image016-1Shalimar.  It was my mother’s favorite.  Past tense.  Because she got all weird about smells and they give her a migraine or something nowadays.  But whenever I get a whiff of it, I am immediately reminded of an incident that occurred when I was four.

We lived on an Army salary.  Which wasn’t much.  Or so I’m told.  My parents didn’t have many material items.  They certainly didn’t blow their money on extravagant things.  Except this one time.  This extravagant thing was Shalimar.

My dad saved for months to be able to purchase a bottle of the real stuff for my mom.  Real, honest to goodness perfume.  Not cologne.  Not toilet water.  Perfume.  It cost him a small fortune.  And we didn’t eat anything but hot dogs and drank nothing but tap water for 2 months.  Actually, I don’t think that’s true.  But it makes for a better story, doesn’t it?

The love of my life was Mrs. Beasley.  If you are above the age of 40, you know who I’m talking about.  Buffy’s doll from “Family Affair.”  I adored this doll.  Adored her.


There is no better thrill than taking the top off a bottle of perfume and pouring it over your favorite doll.  Every last drop.  I promise.  Best. Thrill. Ever.  Boy, did Mrs. Beasley smell good.  Just like my mom.  My mom, on the other hand, was not happy.  Which was odd, because I was quite certain she would be thrilled.  Honored even.

My mom was 9 months pregnant with my youngest brother (according to the Army doctors of the day, she was eleven months along).  She swears this incident threw her into labor.  Looking back, I kind of did her a favor.  I mean, come on.  Eleven months pregnant?  The kid would have had a full on beard if he waited any longer to come out.

And Mrs. Beasley?  Two words:  Garbage Dump.  I was devastated.  So, my mom couldn’t get the smell out.  Why did she care?  It was her favorite after all.

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11 Replies to “Shalimar: The Choice of Mrs. Beasley’s Everywhere”

  1. hahahaha! I love this story! I actually recognize the Mrs. Beasley doll because my aunt had one from her childhood that stayed in my bedroom at my grandma’s house. A decade went by before I found out she wasn’t actually MY doll.
    I have scent problems too, I can’t stand perfume or cologne or any of that, so I don’t even want to think about how strongly that doll smelled! But my mom would’ve definitely thrown the doll away as well, she’s a pitcher that one.

    1. Jenn, you are too funny! Mrs. Beasley was the bomb. Sorry she wasn’t yours. So sad. Lol! Yeah, well, my mom really screwed me up with that move. That really rocked my socks. But not in a good way. Ha!

  2. What a fun story. I can only imagine what your mom felt like smelling that doll while pregnant! I had a similar issue with some flowers a friend gave me when I was pregnant. The smell makes me sick to my stomach to this day. I’m hanging out with Mama Kat’s writing prompt for the first time and I’m glad I stopped by. Great story.

    1. I didn’t even think of that…I remember I couldn’t smell any kind of vegetable or I’d vomit. Yuck! Isn’t it funny how an experience like that can ruin things for us? Like smelling flowers while pregnant? Thanks for reading!

  3. Look how helpful you were! I really want to know what this smells like now!! My kids always say that my perfume will always remind them of me. I kind of like that there is a physical smell that will remind them of their childhood. Not that I want them to douse a doll in it or anything. 😉
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    1. I wish I could say the same for me. I am always switching up the perfume. I get sick of a scent so quickly. Or maybe it’s because I just haven’t found the “perfect” one? Anyway, it’s a little late for me since my kid will be flying off to college in 2 years! lol! I think it’s nice that your kids say that. I love it!

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