Want to know what else makes me happy other than the fact that today is Friday? As I was about to step into the shower this morning, Max informed me that I was going to have an even better Saturday. What constitutes a good Saturday? For me, it would be not having to track a shipment every day for a month for a package I’m never going to receive. That is a good Saturday. But I will be totally and completely happy with a facial, shopping for fall, and dining out with friends. And since he suggested the shopping part, I definitely think that means that he’s buying, don’t you?
I also want to put special emphasis on the dinner “out” part because this means no clean-up at home. Last weekend’s dinner party required no fewer than five loads of dishes that had to be cleaned and put away. This task would have been more pleasant had the dinner party taken place on a day the maid actually works. I now know why my mother was so fond of disposable dishes. (But I love all of my dinner guests dearly!)
What else is happening? Well, it seems like every other Dallas showroom owner and fashion mogul is out of town and has either gotten married or had a birthday or both. I send best wishes to all of them. Okay, let’s be honest, most of them. It has been a long time coming for us folks, being able to get married and all. Too bad it still isn’t legal in the state that we call home.
Speaking of all these wedding and birthdays, I received an e-mail from my ex the other night. There have been several exes, but this one still stands out asthe ex. At first, I was afraid to open it because, well, it was a freaking e-mail from an ex and Pandora was just not into opening that box at that moment. I had just finished dinner and was still enjoying my margarita buzz. But then I read the subject line—“I am so proud of you”—so I decided it couldn’t be all that scary.
Turns out, he had just returned from a birthday party on the east coast where some Dallas folks were also in attendance—some of whom I know. He said he had told them all that I said “hello.” That was nice, especially since I had just seen and “liked” a picture one of them had Intagrammed from that particular party. He wanted to tell me what the response was to my “hello.”
I was breathless with anticipation before reading the next line.
He said what surprised him (and completely shocked me) was the collective response back. He said it was one of genuine fondness, even from the snarky ones. Since I was formerly Miss Bitter 1992, I have a hard time believing it, but I love hearing it just the same.
I started to think back to how I was connected to all those people. We can call it six degrees of Jimbo. One had given my first job in the design industry, which was in the sample department (equivalent to starting in the mailroom) almost 20 years ago. I would like to think I was hired because of my work ethic and a recommendation from a Houston designer, but honestly, I think he hired me because I had blonde surfer hair. Whatever works, right? I had a long and often tumultuous relationship with another party guest. One had rented an apartment to me at a great rate when I needed a place to live. One used to take me to the most glamorous parties as his “plus one” back in the day. Another person there and I used to travel together on summer adventures. Another one remains one of my top (and sweetest) clients to this day. Of course there was one—okay, two—that I do not get along with, and I am not sure why. But we keep it civil because we do have so many friends in common.
So here I was dreading opening up an e-mail from an ex, and after reading it, I ended up having an “aha” moment. For many years I thought I had clawed and chewed my way up the proverbial ladder all on my own, but really I had help in one form or another from all these seemingly random people who were all now celebrating life and love miles and miles away. Granted, they were all celebrating without me. But I am totally okay with that.
I leave you with this parting shot courtesy of Osborne & Little. I think it is a great transition into fall. This room makes me feel good (just like that random e-mail), and I know for certain those fabrics feel even better. And just as the lines continuously intersect on the lovely Cavatino wall covering, so to do the people in your life—during the course of your entire life. So while it sometimes might be necessary to scorch a bridge or two along the way, make sure you leave it standing so you can cross it again at some point in the future.