Thursday, January 29, 2009

Happy, happy! Joy, joy!

When I was in college in the Mesozoic 80's Era, not one day would pass when my Pappagallo Bermuda Bag wasn't tucked in the wicker basket of my blue Schwinn bike. I had many covers but the monogrammed navy with kelly green piping, hot pink and white eyelet were my favorites. When I began working in the corporate world my Dior bag would accompany my Hartmann satchel. I still remember the long fond look I gave the worn wood handled skeleton with torn lining before putting it in the bag to give to the Good Will. It still pains me. The price to enter my Cybill Shepperd-Moonlighting phase was indeed high. Guess what I found tonight? I feel shiny and a virgin.

"Good-bye Mr. Chips"

My first born leaves in a few hours to go back to college 3,000 miles away for his second semester of the school year. While I was pressing the last wrinkles out of his shirts to be packed and waiting for the timer to ding signaling the chocolate chip cookies were done, being in the kitchen I started to remember when he was a little boy and how far he has come in reaching his goals. As a toddler, he would organize my Tupperware in categories and in the pantry on the bottom shelf arrange the cans according to size. His pre-school teacher called this "classification" predicting he would be very good in math.

In his kindergarten class, the children were asked to draw a picture of the earth. His picture included the polar ice caps. The pre-school teacher's prophecy was correct. We are very proud of his successes and accomplishments as he excels at his studies in Chemical Engineering but tonight my thoughts are on the little boy who used to sit up on the stool with cheeks brushed of soft flour who helped measure out chopped nuts, sweet bits, and sugar telling me I made the best chocolate chip cookies in the whole world. I hope that included the polar ice caps. Have a wonderful semester, my love bug.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Warm & Cozy

The perfect foil for the trashy novel.

A Vera Bradley paperback cover with a grosgrain ribbon marker.

Monday, January 26, 2009

"What's up, Doc?"

Carat envy!
Niece scores BIG.
Auntie needs an upgrade!

Let The Games Begin...

The invitation was sent via a quick smile.
The RSVP? A witty double entendre.
You're shaken. He's stirred.

The Flirtini
1 oz. vodka

1 oz. champagne
1/2 oz. pineapple juice
1/2 oz. cranberry juice
maraschino cherry and an umbrella for garnish

Combine vodka, pineapple juice, orange liqueur, cranberry juice and ice in a shaker.
Shake and strain into a fabulous stemmed glass.
Top with 1 oz. of champagne, cherry and of course, an umbrella.
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