felt pastey-splotchy-white. Gone was my summery blondish-ness. Most days were dark early days, low light, damp cement, jagged sidewalk cracks even darker, buildings stood in daylight shadows. Winter sucked up energy leaving my spirits low and edgy. In SoCal winter doesn't have the same chilling grip. March then and March now are different.
March on the East Coast left me with memories. Memories of longing for the good life that models led.
Tan in winter and so much more.
guided by a Bergdorf staff person. My pale self, swaddled in a down jacket, couldn't help but gaze at
this being from a parallel world searching for somethings-lovely. Oh to be a Cindy Crawford ...
delicately tanned model, Denise Flamino. No supermodel bronzed by shoots in the Carribbean, she
spent time sunning at her sister's place in California. Sounded good to me.
my street, 21st. Who didn't know who Nancy was? I envied her easy laugh and the soft glow she
sported. I imagined having her life - I'd be smiling too.
and grape hyacinths in the front. From the moment I saw the tiny spires of purple flowerettes, decades
ago, I was a fan. Elegant, less common than daffodils and iris. And there was Renata in Long Beach.
The German neighbor of old friend Jane Gill who also had a high regard for grape hyacinths. Renata
planted them in a long strip along the property line. Tiny, bell-shaped jewels delicately decorating the driveway's edge. And now I have my own circle of purple grape-like clusters breaking through earth.
And a tan is no longer what I long for, but I can get it if I want:-)