This is when you learn how obsessive I can be. This DIY project has a story that unfolded over the course of three months and served to terrorize my husband as I narrated every obsessive thought in my head while striving to make my (our) whole world smell like vanilla and orange.
It started with my obsession with John Masters blood orange and vanilla body milk. The smell is intoxicating but the price scared me away until a disastrously bad week had me searching for a pick-me-up. So I splurged and, wonder of all wonders, actually moisturize now (something I previously avoided).
|This body milk made an appearance in my post|
about the sugar bowl soap dish
But the smell is maddeningly addictive so I went in search of a compatible perfume, which was torture because 95% of fragrances set off my allergies. I found two I liked (Hugo Boss Sunset & Escada Taj Sunset) and with Hubby chiming in - he does, after all, get closest to me - I settled on the Escada fragrance. I love it's mostly orange with hint of vanilla scent so much I wear it at home.
Speaking of home, once my hands and person smelled like lovely orange and vanilla, I wanted the house to smell like it too. So I grabbed a bottle of orange home essential oil I received as a gift (and had not used after an embarrassingly sting-y incident of trying to wear it. Hey - it was from the Body Shop, what was I supposed to think?)
I added one or two drops of it plus one or two drops of Kirkland vanilla extract (mmm Costco) to a small spray bottle, filled the small bottle with water and shook. Then sprayed. YUM. Smells delicious and, after a couple weeks of spraying like mad (I wanted to test before blogging), I am happy to report it doesn't stain surfaces or create the sticky residue I found Febreeze created on my wood floors. I made a similar version with a different essential oil & water a year ago and it still works fantastically. No troubles, no evaporating, just goodness.
P.S. My uncle, currently house shopping, is trying to find a house with a guest half bath far from the living areas to offer guests who need to go number two some privacy (he has weird priorities). I prefer to shame them: