Saturday, 17 April 2010
There are some women who have a special gift of hiding their dislikings from the objects of them, when occasion requires. And as they do so, their faces will overcome their hearts, and their emnity will give way to smiles. They become almost friendly because they look friendly.
Friday, 16 April 2010
I have thought about the women in my life who are from the South, thought about what attracts me to them, and how their Southerness is a part of that attraction--and thought that really, to be from the South is not something I can fully try on. I can wear my predilection for it as a scarf, a handbag, a pair of high heels: just not the entire ensemble. I'm sorry that's the case--it's not like me to be a wanna-be (or when I want to be, I become). I will always have Catherine Simms, and my Southern sub-genre of chick lit (Waltzing at the Piggly Wiggly anyone?) but I give in--I'm not a Southern belle. A Camellia I am not. A New York Rose, that's me, thorns and all.