Twins
March 10, 2004At Baby Gap, a mother buys her twin daughters matching pink mary janes with floral embroidered trim. They are sitting barefoot, side by side, in a double stroller.
The girl on the right cries when her mom hands the shoes to the cashier. “Mommy, my shoes! I want my shoooeess!” she hollers.
The girl on the left notices me looking at them and smiles. She has a front tooth missing, or maybe it’s a gap between teeth. Still, she smiles a big, beaming, toothless grin. Then she plays hide and seek with me through the mesh back of the stroller, giggling up a storm.
–in line at Baby Gap
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.
