With just one look
February 17, 2002i am tired, but i want to tell you about today: scarlet shaded bridesmaid gowns, zippers that won’t slide up, a rainbow of flip-flops, pricetags that make us laugh, photographs of hands and purple walls, deep bowls of soup and refills of coffee, giggles and whispers, raising voices and wiping tears. tonia can always make me cry with just one look.
“okay, stop, already,” i said, exhausted. “you’re going to make me cry.”
“i will make you cry if i damn well want to.”
(she was telling me that i am beautiful and that boys don’t know what to do with me because i am so wonderful and that God is taking care of me and that time will make everything right.)
the reason i love tonia is because there is never any bullshit. pretending is not allowed, and i shouldn’t even try, because she sees right through it, anyway.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
