Play Doh Memories


Today I connected with my inner child and relived a fond memory. I have a few jars of Play Doh at my desk at work (something used for a photography prop, packaging idea or the like) and when I opened it up and smelled that Play Doh smell it took me back. I can fondly recall the days of sitting on the brown carpet in my Grandmother’s den, playing with the Play Doh factory tool and making strings of spaghetti. In fact, I just remembered that I have a pic doing just that (with some of my 3rd or 4th cousins…random, I know)!

play doh at grandmother's house

It’s funny how powerful smell is that way and how it triggers your memory. While it makes me very happy to think of the good times I had rolling out the doh and shaping it in my Grandmother’s den, it also makes me very sad to know that those days are officially gone. She is gone and her house is sold and it will never be again like the picture you see above. I wouldn’t trade those memories for the world and the happiness that I had there, so if you ever catch me huffing Play Doh (ha ha), you know why. I’m not one to dwell or live in the past, but I do like revisiting it.It just feels good to reconnect with that girl in that picture (who still feels like that same girl in a lot of ways and always will).

Until next time Swellions!