Mine was more Norman Rockwellish (I know this is not a word, but I like it). I remember holding hands with my dad...walking down Main Street in Rockland, Maine...with the snow gently falling around us. We were on a quest to find a Christmas gift for mom from her girls. My sister was quite young then, so it was just me and Dad. I liked it that way...I am a Daddy's girl!
There was one item that always caught my eye. Do you remember Evening in Paris?
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I remember being in awe of the deep blue-purple color and thought the name sounded so exotic. This ad proclaimed that you were "A thousand times more enchanting with Evening in Paris". Who wouldn't want to be enchanting?
Each Christmas my poor mother would open her "deluxe" set of Evening in Paris. Nothing but the best for mom! It was enough to last her all year. Mom would "ooh and awe" over our gift. She wore it everywhere, even though many years later she told us that it "stunk to high heavens"! My sister and I never knew she didn't like it! Mom, if you are reading this I want you to know that Evening in Paris is making a comeback! Really!! I promise!!
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