a tribute; to colleagues and tiffany's...

i should preface by saying: i watched way too many audrey hepburn movies when i was in junior high school. way too many, and way too many times each. i did love breakfast at tiffany's best, mostly because of how different the capote book was, and that dichotomy there. plus, audrey and learning portuguese and and cat masks and ukeleles on the fire escape. that movie was everything that los angeles in the late 80s was not.

also: holly's "two selves" speak to me, still, the tomboy and the glamour girl. i was always, and am always still, much more this:

with my hair in a hanky, distracted, humming and off in my own world.

as i grew up, i remained the same. not so much the glamour with me. never a girl for jewelry (i lose it, it breaks, etc). if my hair is brushed, and i have lipstick on, i consider the day a success.

still, though, there's something about that little blue box:

given the way my life has gone so far, i kind of figured it to be a life absent of little blue boxes. and i didn't mind, terribly. i was fine out here, hair in a hanky, on the fire escape. but this year has been strange that way. this little boy is getting ready to greet the world, and with him all kinds of change has come.

my coworkers (my wonderful wonderful coworkers) threw me a baby shower yesterday, complete with confetti, games, little plastic pacifiers and a gigantic red velvet cake with blue frosting and nonpareils. and there were some gifts, and one came in a purple gift bag. inside the bag was one of those little blue boxes.

for a moment, i thought it was a little bit of a joke, a fast one. one of my favorite people here recently received a little blue box from her dad for her birthday, and i jokingly asked her if i could have the box when she was done with it, just so i could pretend.

i may have even asked if this was the same box, as i pulled it out of the purple bag. but when i took off the ribbon, and opened it up, there was a little blue bag inside that matched the little blue box, and it said, "tiffany's" and i may have started to tremble a little. i know i started to cry.

inside:

a charm bracelet, with a little silver heart padlock, engraved with, "it's a boy"

dear db, ttf, rr, rr, sf, ll, rg, gg, sc, mb, dl, mg, kw-m, dc, gc, cm, and anyone else who had anything to do with this:

THANK YOU.

(heart),
hg.