‘Tis the season…
for laughter, mirth, and love.
I am supremely enchanted tonight, and incredibly grateful for the friend who knows my style so well and generously (SUPER generously) remembers I’ve coveted this bracelet from J.Crew for over a year and took note of how forlorn I was when I tried it on and asked it be put back in the case this summer, the same friend who agrees that Tuck Shop is the best place for our final 2012 friend-date (the same friend who braves what have now been dubbed “res dogs” while camping in the very rustic Navajo Nation), and the friend who has the sense of humor to wish me a billionaire boyfriend for 2013. I told her that a billionaire is probably too high maintenance for me, and even that a millionaire is likely too much ego for my patience. Heck, I’d settle for someone who matches my salary… which, from what I hear, even that is wishful thinking. This economy… blows. Because, although I am comfortable with my take home pay, there is an awful lot that I budget and do without because my “expendable” income gets quickkly exhausted. But I DO appreciate her humor and sentiment!
This is… a Birthmas gift I will wear with enthusiasm and treasure for much time to come… with or without an overly sweet perfume (I think not, for I love my Parisian fragrance so much, it reminds me what I loved about and miss each day I don’t stroll along the Seine).