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She blinded him with whiteness - 2008-07-25
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10:32 p.m. - 2008-02-14
This morning balanced on the slush pile between my monitor and keyboard there was an envelope and a box. A lovely box. A small Asian-inspired treasure chest with a nifty curly latch on the front and a curved handle on the lid. I'd seen that box before and had pointed it out to Mick where it had sat amongst other fanciful caskets of wood and bamboo and admitted I am something of a fiend for beautiful little boxes. Delighted, I lifted up the little treasure chest. A small 'thunk' told me there was something inside. Expecting a bar or two of Dove or Lindt I opened the chest to find another box instead. A plain white box. Inside that box was another box. This one a domed box with a hinge. Yeah, one of those boxes. Inside that box was THIS. Flabbergasted. Kerflummoxed. And a bunch of other 50 cent words that mean shocked and breathless. He'd done it again. Mick had surprised me with diamonds. A heart limned with diamonds. A lovely twinkling heart hanging from a chain as fine as a hair. For me. The galumphing giantess who was never femme enough to be a real girl. The forever unloved LA the Life Ruiner. And there in that white velvet box was proof neither of those statements was true. Not anymore. Maybe they never had been. Unloved? Yes. But unfeminine? Life ruining? No. To Mick I am a real girl. I am a real girl. I am such a real girl I'm wearing flowered panties and a pink ribbon in my hair. The romantic femme mood I'm in right now I'll bet I could even wear a floaty garden party dress and not feel like a loveseat in it. Which is how I've always felt in gauzy garden party dresses, like a perambulating loveseat in search of some floor space next to a tea trolley with a doily on it. There's no other way to say it… He is a wonderful boy. ~LA
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