childhood

My grandmother had a round, blue flowered box labeled “Dusting Powder”. If you slowly lifted the lid, inside you would find a large puff; satin on one side, soft fur on the other, sitting lightly on top of a large amount of white powder. The powder smelled really good, and if you picked up the puff slightly and let it drop, a small, tantalizingly-scented cloud would rise and tickle your nostrils. It was a wonderful treat for the senses. What I never understood, however, was why anyone would want to use such a thing on furniture.