Tuesday, February 23, 2010
On Saturday, she settled herself onto the family room sofa, resigned to watching little bitty skaters and skiiers go round little bitty tracks and down little bitty hills. It was better than nothing, and Lilly was the cheerful sort, who always found a glass to be half full. Just as familiar trumpets began to sound, her phone rang. It was her best friend, Sissy. Did Lilly want to come watch the Olympics? On the new, 52-inch TV? Did she? Are you kidding? But Sissy had a Swedish grandpa. Lilly had to agree to root for Sweden in the Nordic skiing events. Hmm, thought Lilly. Hmmm. Tall, muscular Swedish men? In top aerobic condition, skiing their hearts out for 30 kilometers? Hela Sverige!
A few quick runs through her closet, and she found an ALMOST red polo, white jeans, and man's small navy blue cashmere v-neck. Lilly absolutely loved men's sweaters, very forgiving of too much guacamole, or cheesecake, for that matter. Add some gold flats for medal luck. Spectacular! Let the best man, woman, country, and athlete win.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Hello friends! I decided to call this post "Sunny Sunday" because it is RAINING today in Los Angeles (thank you, El Nino) and I wanted to have a nice sunny day on my blog! HA!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Stop the presses! In honor of the Winter Games, from now until Sunday you can take 30% off printed Lilly Resort items with code: OLYMPICS! What a great offer from C. Orrico. Of course I LOVE C. Orrico! Buy something and then come tell us all about it.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Lilly still couldn't think of him as Brian. Somehow in her mind she kept calling him Edgy Guy. Hard to stop, given that she still wasn't sure if they were dating or not. Sure, they hung out. Sure, she realized as she thought about it that they had somehow wound up seeing each other almost every weekend since Sissy's wedding. And, yes, OK, some kissing had happened. But she just wasn't sure. The texting seemed accidental. Phone calls were almost non-existent. All the contact, exciting, fun, and different as it was, just didn't seem to be on purpose.
She wanted to know. Did he like her? As in, like her? Did she make his heart beat faster? Even a little bit?
Mardi Gras party time. Always fun, with her group of friends. Even the married ones seemed to get 5 years younger at Mardi Gras parties. Lilly looked forward to it. And to wearing her new pink Adelson shift with the gold lace. "Ha!" she thought, "It'll coordinate with my beads!" She decided to get daring. Added the Lilly Patent Croc wedges. In pink, of course. Piled on the beads, intertwined with a Murfee scarf for inimitable style. She looked in the mirror. Thought long and hard. And raised the feathered mask to her face. "Why not? she thought. "Why the heck not?"
Midnight. Face to face. Masks on. Does she have the courage? Can she ask him? "Do I make your heart beat faster?" Masks off. "Just for tonight, yes."