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| The movie was "Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf's," and the Bergdorf's color [for shopping bags, signature ribbon on silver boxes, etc. is purple]. I took home a lavender iced mini cupcake and purple-tipped lipstick cookie for Figgy.
If you were sitting on the couch next to me, you'd catch a note of Bobbi's Party, spritzed on from the bottle in the bathroom at the Bobbi Brown Studio in Montclair tonight. The scent is pretty, and I like the way it's lingering.
The Montclair Fund for Educational Excellence fundraiser tonight was a huge hit--packed house. I enjoyed it, yet felt lonely. My friends Anne and Elly bought $50 [lowest tier] tickets too, but our schedules changed--it's Elly's wedding anniversary, so she headed out to a late dinner with her husband, and Anne had to pick up her Nikki from cheerleading. I was waiting for Punch's grandma to arrive to take her for the weekend and she hit bad traffic, so by the time I drove Figgy to art class, I didn't get to the event till 7, though it started at 6. I overlapped with dear Anne and Elly a little, but otherwise, I was alone among pretty PTA people. I saw a lot of faces from years past but was too shy to interrupt their conversations. I said hello to a couple of women I know.
Anyway, purple prose:
TCOY
1. Private Benjamin.
2. Read and rested.
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An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
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