In this Tiffany Brooch, a golden bird perches on a spectacular aquamarine. 18k gold with an emerald-cut aquamarine and round brilliant diamonds in platinum.
Ex-boyfriend Donny and I had stopped all communication for about a month, but then, over the past couple of days, we started e-mailing again, kind of like we used to: all day in a steady stream. It’s no surprise, but it led, once again, to my fantasizing about him and us and him loving me. I recognize how futile that is. Donny never loved me. He is never going to love me. It’s just not something he has to offer. Why can’t my brain accept that? It’s pointless pining.
It’s like I need to brush my teeth, so I go into The Gap. I say to the woman behind the counter: “Do you have any toothpaste?”
She says, “No. We don’t sell toothpaste here,” and then I just wander through the aisles, oohing and ahhing and wishing I could clean my teeth with a pair of blue denim capris.
I like Donny’s store so much. I love just hanging around in there. I like the way it feels: comfortable and calm. I like to be seen there, and I like to see myself there.
♥
Breakfast at Tiffany’s is one of my favorite movies. Go to 7 min, 20 seconds here:
Holly: Poor old Cat. Poor slob. Poor slob without a name. The way I look at it, I don’t have the right to give him one. We don’t belong to each other; we just took up by the river one day. I don’t even want to own anything until I can find a place where me and things go together. I’m not sure where that is, but I know what it’s like. It’s like Tiffany’s
Fred: Tiffany’s? You mean the jewelry store?
Holly: That’s right. I’m crazy about Tiffany’s…Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it. Nothing very bad could ever happen to you at Tiffany’s. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s then…then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.
♥
I guess I’m looking for a real-life relationship that makes me feel like Tiffany’s, but a Tiffany’s that stocks toothpaste.
♥Mora
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I have a Donny too. As they said in Brokeback Mountain….. “i just can’t quit you” t4……
GCB: is Toby your Donny?! I’m confused. Fill me in.
Yes. He doesn’t love me the way I love him. And we are attached but will never be together. Two lost souls whose worlds’ collided 2.5 years ago… lots of drama, on/off/on… you will find tales of it on my blog…..
I, seriously and regularly refer to every cat I meet as, “poor slob, poor slob without a name.” Then the owner ruins my fun by actually telling me the cats name…
Anyhow, this is your first post that I’ve read, so I don’t have anything more informed to say; and all I keep thinking is, “do they ever have gum at the cash registers of the GAP?”
So, I’ll just say that it’s lovely to find a fellow BAT’s enthusiast and I’ll read more.
Best,
Jane