Monday, March 17, 2008


Friday would have been my mom's 65th birthday.

I still have her ashes in my vanity and haven't really gotten it together to scatter them. Her handbag lives under the vanity as well, and among the mess on top of it is her bottle of Chanel No. 5, a fragrance that does not work on me but will remind me of her forever.

All weekend I had very disturbing dreams of people continually breaking into the house.

And this morning while I was scrambling for tights, I moved the chair away and saw that the Chanel No. 5 bottle lay smashed on the floor.


Blogger molly said...

i was so moved when i read this, i want to say something, anything. not sure what it is. i'm sorry.

1:21 PM  

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