While hunting for my beloved Burberry at the beauty aisle of Marshalls and contemplating if I want to smell like oranges I stumbled upon Sunflowers.
In a split second the old factory film strip jump cut to a time when I wore button up Guess Jeans and crafted acrylic paintings with Q Tips because I was so much better than paint brushes. My pepto bismol pink walls lined with black and white cut outs of Kevin Spacey and Gabriel Byrne because I was obsessed with The Usual Suspects and Professor Bhaer in Little Women.
I don’t remember why I stopped wearing Sunflowers. It will forever live on the oak dresser of my youth. If I ever want to wear a sideways smile of remembence I now know that a quick trip down to Marshalls can take me there. It can also offer me countless mugs with inspirational quotes on them.