today, jean-lucien sent me this lovely lilac velvety illustration of a perriot holding a rose. i was touched. hey, come on... its not as drippy as it sounds. he sent it to me as sort of a love letter from a brother to a sister. from a brother who knew his sister liked lovely, pretty, dreamy, girly things. by sending me this picture, he was telling me how glad and proud he was that i was a girl.
i remember one time in middle school i was invited to a birthday party for an upper-middle class girl... a classmate, named amy williams. it was a sleepover. and we were, naturally, all expected to bring a present. i remember going out with my mother to the mall. i felt a lot of pressure. i liked amy... even though i knew 'class' divided us. i thought she was rich... i knew i was not. but i liked her. i knew she was smart. i wanted the birthday gift to 'measure up.' i don't remember where, but i found this object... this light purple satin cushion about the size of a softball, with a real porcelian perriot head on top, surrounded by wisps of delicate white feathers. i thought it was classy... reasonably priced (at about nine dollars), and only very slightly romantic. oddly, i hardly remember her opening it. i hardly remember her reacting to it. but i do wonder if she still has it. and if so, i wonder if she remember who gave it to her. i remember her house was on a steep, wooded hill... with dozens of small, white, stone steps leading up to the front door. no great new friendships grew out of that party. but amy was never directly ugly to me. so god bless her for that.
i remember one time in middle school i was invited to a birthday party for an upper-middle class girl... a classmate, named amy williams. it was a sleepover. and we were, naturally, all expected to bring a present. i remember going out with my mother to the mall. i felt a lot of pressure. i liked amy... even though i knew 'class' divided us. i thought she was rich... i knew i was not. but i liked her. i knew she was smart. i wanted the birthday gift to 'measure up.' i don't remember where, but i found this object... this light purple satin cushion about the size of a softball, with a real porcelian perriot head on top, surrounded by wisps of delicate white feathers. i thought it was classy... reasonably priced (at about nine dollars), and only very slightly romantic. oddly, i hardly remember her opening it. i hardly remember her reacting to it. but i do wonder if she still has it. and if so, i wonder if she remember who gave it to her. i remember her house was on a steep, wooded hill... with dozens of small, white, stone steps leading up to the front door. no great new friendships grew out of that party. but amy was never directly ugly to me. so god bless her for that.
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