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Sunday, May 22, 2011


I had it in my hands. Ridiculously cool copy of the Elizabeth Gaskell novel I'd been wanting to read. And it was on clearance. Super clearance. And it was my birthday. It was fate.

I walked it up to the register and handed it to the clerk.

"I know," I laughed, "Leave it to me to find a book at Anthropologie."

The clerk smirked and responded, "I wasn't thinking that at all. I was noticing the recipe in your bag. Are you a cook?"

The folded card was indeed falling out of my over sized Vera Bradley tote, a remnant of my trip to Ikea.

"Not really," I said. "I'm Swedish and just came from Ikea and like collecting recipes from them to tap into my heritage."

"Oh cool! You just struck me as a person who would throw dinner parties."

And that was it. The coolest compliment anyone had ever given me. I look like a person who would throw dinner parties. I look like a sophisticated type of person. Cultured even. Who can strike up witty conversations and keep guests entertained. A well-dressed person with a cool looking house.

According to that clerk, I had already become the dream version of who I want to be. Sweet!

1 comment:

  1. Sweet and true.
    I was thinking about you on Saturday and was hoping you were being spoiled rotten by your wonderful husband. Your parents said you had a great day. Your dad passed on your link ot you blog. Thanks for sharing.
    Love you tons,