So Pretty

We are back. Well I am, and you should be too. After mild flu, head-colds and an inability to string sentences together, self will now attempt to write again.

So, as it were, last evening found Miss A and I at the Mall with a rather particular shopping list. We needed to buy dangly earrings as a gift for friend Z, a going away present for friend D, and a puffle for friend E. The puffle needed to be an Aunt Arctic puffle (do not ask, really). The earrings needed to be pink. The going away present needed to be something that would make D think of her every single day.

We found D a travel diary. Two felt pens. Miss A fell in love with a magenta coloured sheep eraser (named Woolly – we name things around here) and Woolly was duly purchased.  The small incident of opening the diary to see what “every page” looked like also happened while I was paying for the things. A little talk on not opening people’s birthday gifts, no matter how strong the urge, was delivered.

The original idea of earrings was ditched in lieu of a hideous fluorescent metal butterfly. Z likes butterflies, Z likes fluorescent. Sometimes life’s jigsaw pieces do not fit better than this. Kind offers to play with the butterfly were turned down and the butterfly joined the now open diary.

The Aunt Arctic Puffle was found amidst much squealing. The Puffle was hugged (how else would you know if it was good enough!). More gifts for the Puffle (not Friend E) were bought. Apparently, there is a rule that you can never gift a friend just a puffle. Against the decorum of friendships, such things are. So more bright green stuff was chucked into the shopping trolley.

“I am hungry”, she announced after this expedition. So off we went in search of a cafe.

Along the way, we pretended that the cafe would have walked away leaving a giant hole in the Mall. The cafe, however, had not. Walked away that is.

“This is such a successful way to start dinner”, said Miss A. I agreed. Something to be said for things that stay. When they could, mind you, wander off.

Miss A stared at the waitress till I nudged her under the table. No, I didn’t nudge the waitress under the table. Thanks for thinking that.

As soon as she had left, I turned to Miss A.

“What was that about?”

“The waitress was so pretty. I am going to tell her that.”

“Aww, that is so sweet. You should.”

“I will”

“What are you going to say?” Questions are important. Read on.

“That waitress would look so pretty if she didn’t wear those glasses.”

“Umm, A…”

“And if she grew her hair. No wait, if she combed it nicely”

“Now, A…”

“And if she smiled a bit more…”

“Well, we cannot really say all those things, A.”

“In other words, Mum, if she had a different face and was more cheerful, she would be so pretty.”

Like I said, questions are important. We managed to side-step the urge to give the waitress this advice about a potential makeover, when she came back with our meals.

And just as I decided to breathe again, a little voice piped up. “You are so pretty.”

The waitress blushed. “Really?”, she asked Miss A.

Miss A nodded back solemnly. I stirred my coffee.

“Very pretty”, Miss A said.

“Thanks”, the waitress said, beaming.  A few moments of awkward joy ensued.

Then the waitress left. And Miss leaned back into her chair and said “I decided not to tell her everything. Just the pretty bit”.

Just the pretty bit. Everything else can wait. On a Thursday evening when you are having coffee with someone who offers to play with metal butterflies and hugs green puffles. Just the pretty bit.

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5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. enig
    Apr 15, 2011 @ 11:57:52

    hahhahaaa..laughing all over. very warm piece, totally loved it, Scarlett.

    P.S: me was down with flu too while you were, could have used cheerful Miss A…next time, can I borrow her ‘pretty’ please? 🙂

    Reply

  2. Rajavel
    Apr 15, 2011 @ 12:10:12

    🙂 ! Shopping along was fun ! Welcome back !

    Reply

  3. Captain Nemo
    Apr 15, 2011 @ 21:21:59

    Yes, everything else can wait. Sometimes just the pretty bit is what is needed. Good one.

    Welcome back…

    Reply

  4. Altoid
    Apr 15, 2011 @ 21:36:29

    Glad you’re feeling better and welcome back!

    Reply

  5. scarlettletters
    Apr 16, 2011 @ 21:16:53

    Enig, I hope you are feeling better now 🙂 I will send Miss A and one green puffle and the metal butterfly your way 🙂 Thanks as always for commenting.

    Rajavel, Captain and Alty – thanks. It is good to be back.

    Reply

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