Wednesday, April 16, 2008

me and my bindi.

I had the loveliest and most beautiful friend when I lived in Australia long ago. She was American but had Mexican and Spanish blood in her veins. She dressed very simply but with the utmost style. She would sometimes wear a bindi. It looked most natural and beautiful resting there on her luminescent olive skin. Up above those perfectly shaped ruby red lips. I wished then - and all these fourteen years since then - that I could pull off the wearing of such an adornment but always felt I would look absurd.

And then, two weekends ago, I did it - I bought one of my own. I do not know if I will ever leave the house with it on. But I own it. And I will rock it right here in my house if I have to. And think of lovely Brenda. If only I knew how to find her again...

4 Comments:

Blogger kristen said...

lovely, on so many levels.

11:30 AM  
Anonymous Joelle said...

Very pretty!

4:59 PM  
Blogger Rebekah said...

What a lovely memory of your friend!

6:06 AM  
Anonymous steph said...

I think that if you wanna wear that pretty bindi then marin is the perfect stage! go outside and inspire some other people.

1:29 PM  

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