scent memory

many, many moons ago - like, maybe, 324, 325 - i had a strawberry shortcake doll. i didn't have her friends, blueberry muffin and lemon meringue, but i knew girls who did. strawberry shortcake's big draw was that she was supposed to smell like strawberries. and she did, sort of. overly sweet, plastic-y strawberries - more plastic than strawberry. i remember her shoes came off and her stockings were green and white striped all the way to her toes. her hat did not come off and i suspect that was the source of her parfum de plastique (and strawberries). i hadn't thought about my doll in a long, long time until i walked into the ladies' room at work a while ago and the memory-inducing scent of plastic strawberries assailed me. i don't know the source, don't want to know the source, but i instantly recalled my little strawberry shortcake doll. then i came back to my desk, did some research on the link between scents and memories, found a picture of ss, and wrote this nonconsequential post. anything to avoid homework!