Pink Dreams

Still too cold to do much wandering about, but being trapped at home is dull.

 Macy's is one subway stop away. I have left over gift cards. 

There is bound to be pink.

And bottles of perfume shaped like curvaceous ladies. 

Inside the shop, she has changed into her gold dress and is offering us a tray full of samples.

Here she is again amidst the bustle of the make-up department where lovely young people smile.

Cheryl (left) thinks I would look better with a little Coralista blusher on my winter white face.

She is really cheery and funny and not the least snooty like some cosmetics divas.

I tell her a story from years ago.

My mother daringly puts on a little blue eye shadow to go out to dinner with some women friends.

No one remarks on it.

Eventually she says: What do you think of my eyeshadow?

Judy Forsyth: Oh, we think it quite lovely, and it would be even lovelier on both eyes. 

(I do not come from a sophisiticated tribe.) 

Cheryl laughs. I get the blusher and a free pashmina and a free double lip gloss.

On the way home I am waylaid by young men in purple hats.