Ode

As it turns out, I'm feeling much better. The Labyrinthitis has slowly lessened. (I'm still debating the YSL Pur Gloss Black, though.)





I baked cookies Saturday on the new and beautiful cookie sheet and cooling rack my mom sent from our wedding registry.

When I accepted yet another package from the FedEx man on Friday, I immediately called my mom and said, "Why did you get us another wedding present?"
To which she responded "Why?"
To which I said, "I mean, thank you."
She then informed me that she would probably buy us everything left on the registry. She's good like that. It's her way.

She also buys me diamonds.

This woman is the reason I am shoe obsessed. She bought herself and me the same pair of white, Esprit huaraches when I was in 8th grade. Monica Todd, who wasn't even a friend of mine, asked to borrow them and because I wanted her to be my friend, I said yes. (A word from (the now) wise--don't let bow-legged cheerleaders in your English class borrow your favorite shoes. Chances are, they will be returned in not-so-good condition.)

My mother taught me to be very careful with my things. She taught me to iron the yolk of the collar first, then the back, then the sleeves, then the front and lastly the collar of a shirt.

These days mama J. buys a new handbag every month or so at the Buffalo. She then decides if I will like it or not and tells me, "You won't like it" or "I think you'll like this one, it's Michael Kors."

I remember intently watching her apply mascara to her ultra long lashes, coat after coat after mixing her black cake liner with the water from the bathroom sink and applying perfectly symmetrical Cleopatran wings to her lids. She started me on Clinique in Junior High. No drugstore stuff for us.

What I'm trying to say is...I didn't stand a chance of not becoming a lover of good, good things.

And today I pulled out my Givenchy Pop Gloss Crystal in Pop Fuchsia, which I bought almost two years ago and sort of forgot because when I got to the "bottom" of the tube, the applicator was too short to reach the remaining 1/4 inch of fantastic lip gloss. These things do not deter me. If there is product left in a tube, it will be had. So I used my sample applicator from Sephora to dig out the last of the goodness. And I remembered why I love it. It has the most wonderful consistency, almost like...pudding, smells lightly of roses and the color, lordy...it is fuchsia-licious.
But not in your face fuchsia. Just pretty. $23 at http://www.sephora.com/.