Dec 25, 2008

FLEECE AND FINERY AND FANCY LADIES

SEATTLE, Washington – Amy's trying to do my make-up, as people arrive for our Christmas dinner. I'm pup-wriggling, almost seismographing eyeliner across my forehead. Then, petulantly, I stomp my high heels – clop, clop, clop – and her calm shatters.

"Stop being such a tomboy!" She lards on a full-finger wag.

I sass back with maybe a few more clops: "Not really going to happen after 33 years!"

And then we both burst out laughing, as only great friends can, no matter who has waxed brows* and who has 17-year-old resoled Raichles.

*Amy is, in fact, an insanely tough woman – kibbutz-strong, as T.C. Boyle would say – even if she hasn't grunged backcountry loads (yet). Much as I rib her and Anna's and Sascha's civilizing attempts, I remember coaxing a certain All-Star Diver into her first skirt last year: pure misery ... But, you know, I don't want to check my ovaries at the dock or trailhead. I'm not ace at being a girl, but I plan to keep working at it ... especially with little black dive dresses and New Year's Eve beehives, perhaps...

7 comments:

  1. What a glamorous lady! Genuflecting to your hidden skills... I was unaware that I could have thrown down the "beehive card" to stop your squirming. :)

    Amy

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  2. Ta, Clair and Happy New Year, you stone cold fox!

    Amy: Just wait until you see THIS next beehive... Back-combing is one femme skill I have mastered; probably because it involves messing stuff up.

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  3. Happy New Year, tomboy!

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  4. Rats, she did it again!
    Don't hide your godess skills, Amanda.

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  5. Back atcha, DB (except the tomboy part, natch).

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  6. Sascha-bell! New pics forthcoming. I think you'll like the seedy Moulin Rouge effect...

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