Trying To Look Like Jackie O

So there we were. Two grown girls with nothing to do on a lazy summer morning in the furniture capital of the world. And what was our weapon of merry-making choice? Shopping, of course. Tiptoeing through tailor-made trouble we were.....ever so quietly around the antique shop.....finding treasures... finger painting in the stained glass and stroking rich mahogany tables......Hiding behind lamps and endless hand painted mirrors....dust.... sunbathing peacocks of blue and giant magnolia leaves...


"Did you see the detail on that frame? I think I'm in love, " she said.
"Shhh! Can't you see I'm taking pictures for my blog post? I did warn you about the camera."


Meet my close friend. We'll call her Jane. She has no idea I am filming her shopping mania.
And, she is, as usual, ignoring me.

"Over here, Mimi. Look at these wonderful plates."

(She's an artist. Everything is art to her. Even rust.)

"Shh! Can't you see I'm trying to look like Jackie O?"
"You don't look anything like Jackie." (Why do I always buy honest friends?)
"Well, who do I look like then?"


"You look like Cousin It from
The Addams Family."

OK, Miss Priss. Just for that I'll sepia, film grain, and use the old antique age effect on your blog picture debut.
I turned the magazine around.

"Now look. Who do I look like now?"

"Mimi you have a price tag stuck to your head and you still look like Cousin It - but cheaper." Bwaahaaahaaaa!

I think I hate her.
Jackie is laughing hysterically.
"But I wanna be retro."

Just because you straightened your hair today does not mean you look like Jackie O.... "

"Don't you want to be retro?"
"We're in an antique shop. Every thing's retro." (Why did I have to buy smart friends?)

"Exactly! But it's always been my goal in life to carry off retro in an antique shop. I brought my camera and everything. You're no fun!"

"Shh!" whispered the two peacocks in the window, " you're standing in our light."
"Did you say something, Jane?"
ShHH!
"Just that your mother would be so proud.....Mimi-O."
Have you ever heard peacocks laugh?

I wish I hadn't.

Nobody understands me. Little did she know that I was going for Minnie Pearl in case the Jackie thing didn't work out. You knew that. Didn't you? She's not a blog person. How would she know that?

"Sometimes I worry about you," she said. "You also said you wanted to sing Bonnie Raitt on a bar stool as one of the top ten things to do before you die."

"You're right.
I can't possibly sing Bonnie Raitt with straight hair."

(I'm so glad I bought friends with a sense of fashion.)

"She doesn't look a thing like Jackie O with those sunglasses on," smirked the half-faced royal peacock. " I wish they'd get out of here and leave us alone. We're just trying to be antique."

"Yeah.
Just because she's blue doesn't make her a peacock."

Parts of this post appeared August 2008

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