Welcome! My 2017 theme is UnSimply She Fiction. Each post begins with a simple sentence about a She. This fictional She is anything but simple. She may be dark. She may be funny. You may relate to her. You many not like her at all…She is revealing her truth.
She hated Jewelry Parties.
She didn’t hate the jewelry. She hated everything that went into the “gathering”. The planning of putting the kids to bed. Choosing the perfect outfit,
which was code for attempting to not look homeless. Somedays she could barely get it together, let alone look together. She also faced the comforting seduction of the couch.
Tonight she looked together. She was hosting the jewelry party.
This suburbia thing felt like a job to her. Her home was clean. She purchased some overpriced paper hand towels that matched her bathroom. She felt victorious when she arranged a supermarket bouquet with the expensive vase that was a dust collector engagement gift.
She removed the plastic wrap from the “homemade cookies” that she purchased at the store, and she was about to heat up in the oven to create the gooey, messy, homemade look. She hoped the sugar smell would compliment her vanilla cinnamon votive candles.
Her eyes met the hidden treasure behind the toaster. She saw the half opened bottle of Three Buck Chuck Cabernet. She arranged three $15 wine bottles on the counter with Pottery Barn stoppers. Each bottle complimented the finger foods she so carefully chose at the specialty food store.
She was waiting for the stylist to arrive. Her mouth was dry and she was nervous. She quickly looked around as if she was afraid to be caught. Her husband was out with the guys and her kids were in bed. The truth was she was afraid her former, confident self would find her and smack her. She quickly popped a rainy day “happy pill”
everyday it poured . She chased it with a hefty swig of the toaster hidden wine. She cleaned up the evidence and she waited. She waited for the stylist and her glittering jewelry. She waited for her chemically induced happiness to blur what she was really feeling.