I went to Nordstroms the other day, in between catching the 830 and the 811, because nobody at the bus platform smokes in the designated area and I like the way the mall smells. I also like wandering from shop to shop. I don’t buy anything, half because I don’t want to spend the money. The other half of the reason is because I like the way things look on shelves. I like to go to the perfume corner and test Chanel No. 19 (my second favorite, but sometimes I think the shades of green are a little too flat) and Donna Karan Cashmere Mist (first favorite in the shop). But still the only scent I wear is Coco Rose Oil with rose petals, which my dad gave to me for my birthday. And most of the time I wear jeans and gingham blouses. I am an old-fashioned kind of girl, I told my sister, except sometimes I’m not.
I went to my friend’s bridal shower last Saturday, and it felt like we were all playing dress-up. But it was real—or real enough, I guess, but I can’t imagine getting married at 19. So I left early for home and played Monopoly with my dad (he won) and talked about Harry Potter (Saturday!). So I'm 'appy with the way summer feels. And I write stories all the time, but never e-mails and letters, because I am creature of inertia, and I have to push to finish epistles.
