The Scene is Set:
Summer can't end,
I said to myself
I slipped on my skinny jeans
Flip my black hair back into a roll. It's grown quite long this summer.
I pulled my favourite grey shirt on over my head
It fell just above my hips.
Nude lipstick, why am I bothering with lipstick? I asked myself
I always bite my lips.
I smooth a layer on anyways.
A young lady ought to look her best, you never know who's watching you.
My mother's aristocratic voice hums in my head.
I push my feet into green flats that had a strap that slings behind my heals.
I love these shoes. I will keep them forever, I decided.
I bounce down the stairs and scoot into the kitchen in my animated style. My arms flailing as if to give a bear hug to the universe.
A bottle of water, a granola bar - almond peanut butter
I riffle through the fruit basket and find a Granny Smith apple.
I don't wait, I rub it's waxy emerald skin on my thigh
Buffing it to a shine.
I crunch in. The sour sweet juice provokes my salivary senses to jolt.
"You ready?" mom asks from the powder room. She too, fixing her make-up.
"Uh-huh," I said, smacking my lips from the tang of the apple.
Summer can't be over yet, why is it so short? I have to dig out my jackets and mittens. Uhh. However, I do need boots. Note to self - buy boots..sexy ones.
We were about to lock up the house as Oreo sits at the door, wondering why or maybe not wondering at all. I pat her head. Her ears flex in appreciation.
The mirror just by the front door begs to be looked at, as mom fiddles with her over-size hand bag. I look at myself. My light tanned skin only got a small application of face cream. I look into my own eyes, I like my eyes...yes, yes I do. The inner me hugged myself for the compliment.
I pulled out of my canvas purse, a pencil of black kaajal. I popped open the lid and swiped a dark line across the top lash and then the other. I swept it across the lower lids as well. I flicker my eyes and look again. Dark and I liked it that way. All I needed to feel 'made up' today. I ate my lipstick *apply again*
The Journey Begins:
I drove, mom fiddled with the CD player. Then she began rummaging through her purse again. She's always looking for something, what? I have no clue but I bet its right at the very bottom.
We parked at the train station. Bought tickets and sat patiently under the shelter waiting for the Toronto bound train.
The descending 'ding ding ding' and a lady's voice speaks from train heaven "The Exhibition - Habour Front" alerts us. We arrived, and we will dine at The Ex tonight.
Like a fever taking control of our heads and stomachs, mother and daughter are determined to reap the spoils of summer for autumn joins us soon. Dine now or forever hold your peace...
Like it's the Last Day:
Hiss and pop of hot oil
Golden brown corn-dogs hang upside down.
Ball park mustard or Dijon if you're trying to be classy about it
Crackle of popcorn lost on the street
under my feet, what a pity.
It was pink caramel
We meander through the crowd
Crying lost children reunite with
Frantic mothers, cross between fury and affection.
Screams and rumbles of a roller coaster
The click-clack of a fair way wheel
A game for those who fancy a losing battle
A romantic couple holding hands
While the girl carries a giant stuffed monkey in the other
How nice of him to win it for her, I thought
I smile sheepishly to myself...moving on
I could eat...I thought. What's good?
I fold my slice of cheese pizza in half
Lips shiny and slippery, orange sheen.
Marinara sauce on my chin
Pull and stretch, mozzarella tightrope
A bridge between me and my next bite.
Lipstick? Pizza gloss is much more practical. And delicious.
I glance down slightly, mom is shorter than me
And I'm 5'3.
She jabs her fresh cut french fries into ketchup
Walking beside me, the kid inside her is in sensory overload.
She reached and rubs the sauce off my face.
"You still eat like a child, you know?"
She made me blush out of shame.
Her laugh was more of a quiet giggle, very lady like.
"It's okay, you're with your mom."
Full-stop. Grin.
I pause in the crowd. She waltz's over to the ticket booth.
Her favourite ride is the cable car.
I look over my shoulder and see something
Glistening and ruby red
Curves to kill
Voluptuous
It's hard to look away
How enticing
How sinful
I walk closer and I see another but undressed
Oddly, not nearly as appealing
Covered looked more elegent...
A little mystery is good
And as it stands idle waiting to be dressed
I watch in awe. And so does everyone else.
No shame in staring.
But oh, what's this...
A cascade of hot red
Sticky sweet
Sugar Lava...
Like a velvet shawl that bedazzles...
So green once before, like the one on my kitchen table
Young, untouched, not even a blemish.
Perfect just got a new red dress.
A nudge and I come to.
Mom's eyes meet mine.
In her hands are tickets
And a juicy red candy apple
Like the pretty one standing before me
I smile a big smile. Biggest one I could find.
She pinched my cheeks and links her arm in mine
We sat on that cable car
Chatting, looking over the crowd.
Deciding what to eat next
We watched Toronto's stunning skyline as the sun fell behind us
We dined well.
We dined like it was the last day...
With all my love to you my reader, my motivation, my inspiration, I say thank you...
xo,Summer can't end,
I said to myself
I slipped on my skinny jeans
Flip my black hair back into a roll. It's grown quite long this summer.
I pulled my favourite grey shirt on over my head
It fell just above my hips.
Nude lipstick, why am I bothering with lipstick? I asked myself
I always bite my lips.
I smooth a layer on anyways.
A young lady ought to look her best, you never know who's watching you.
My mother's aristocratic voice hums in my head.
I push my feet into green flats that had a strap that slings behind my heals.
I love these shoes. I will keep them forever, I decided.
I bounce down the stairs and scoot into the kitchen in my animated style. My arms flailing as if to give a bear hug to the universe.
A bottle of water, a granola bar - almond peanut butter
I riffle through the fruit basket and find a Granny Smith apple.
I don't wait, I rub it's waxy emerald skin on my thigh
Buffing it to a shine.
I crunch in. The sour sweet juice provokes my salivary senses to jolt.
"You ready?" mom asks from the powder room. She too, fixing her make-up.
"Uh-huh," I said, smacking my lips from the tang of the apple.
Summer can't be over yet, why is it so short? I have to dig out my jackets and mittens. Uhh. However, I do need boots. Note to self - buy boots..sexy ones.
We were about to lock up the house as Oreo sits at the door, wondering why or maybe not wondering at all. I pat her head. Her ears flex in appreciation.
The mirror just by the front door begs to be looked at, as mom fiddles with her over-size hand bag. I look at myself. My light tanned skin only got a small application of face cream. I look into my own eyes, I like my eyes...yes, yes I do. The inner me hugged myself for the compliment.
I pulled out of my canvas purse, a pencil of black kaajal. I popped open the lid and swiped a dark line across the top lash and then the other. I swept it across the lower lids as well. I flicker my eyes and look again. Dark and I liked it that way. All I needed to feel 'made up' today. I ate my lipstick *apply again*
The Journey Begins:
I drove, mom fiddled with the CD player. Then she began rummaging through her purse again. She's always looking for something, what? I have no clue but I bet its right at the very bottom.
We parked at the train station. Bought tickets and sat patiently under the shelter waiting for the Toronto bound train.
Mom managed to find what she was looking for, a candy bar. I laugh to myself, mom and her sweet tooth.
We hop on the train. 25 minutes and we'll be downtown.
The descending 'ding ding ding' and a lady's voice speaks from train heaven "The Exhibition - Habour Front" alerts us. We arrived, and we will dine at The Ex tonight.
Like a fever taking control of our heads and stomachs, mother and daughter are determined to reap the spoils of summer for autumn joins us soon. Dine now or forever hold your peace...
Like it's the Last Day:
Hiss and pop of hot oil
Golden brown corn-dogs hang upside down.
Ball park mustard or Dijon if you're trying to be classy about it
Crackle of popcorn lost on the street
under my feet, what a pity.
It was pink caramel
We meander through the crowd
Crying lost children reunite with
Frantic mothers, cross between fury and affection.
Screams and rumbles of a roller coaster
The click-clack of a fair way wheel
A game for those who fancy a losing battle
A romantic couple holding hands
While the girl carries a giant stuffed monkey in the other
How nice of him to win it for her, I thought
I smile sheepishly to myself...moving on
I could eat...I thought. What's good?
I fold my slice of cheese pizza in half
Lips shiny and slippery, orange sheen.
Marinara sauce on my chin
Pull and stretch, mozzarella tightrope
A bridge between me and my next bite.
Lipstick? Pizza gloss is much more practical. And delicious.
I glance down slightly, mom is shorter than me
And I'm 5'3.
She jabs her fresh cut french fries into ketchup
Walking beside me, the kid inside her is in sensory overload.
She reached and rubs the sauce off my face.
"You still eat like a child, you know?"
She made me blush out of shame.
Her laugh was more of a quiet giggle, very lady like.
"It's okay, you're with your mom."
Full-stop. Grin.
I pause in the crowd. She waltz's over to the ticket booth.
Her favourite ride is the cable car.
I look over my shoulder and see something
Glistening and ruby red
Curves to kill
Voluptuous
It's hard to look away
How enticing
How sinful
I walk closer and I see another but undressed
Oddly, not nearly as appealing
Covered looked more elegent...
A little mystery is good
And as it stands idle waiting to be dressed
I watch in awe. And so does everyone else.
No shame in staring.
But oh, what's this...
A cascade of hot red
Sticky sweet
Sugar Lava...
Like a velvet shawl that bedazzles...
So green once before, like the one on my kitchen table
Young, untouched, not even a blemish.
Perfect just got a new red dress.
A nudge and I come to.
Mom's eyes meet mine.
In her hands are tickets
And a juicy red candy apple
Like the pretty one standing before me
I smile a big smile. Biggest one I could find.
She pinched my cheeks and links her arm in mine
We sat on that cable car
Chatting, looking over the crowd.
Deciding what to eat next
We watched Toronto's stunning skyline as the sun fell behind us
We dined well.
We dined like it was the last day...
With all my love to you my reader, my motivation, my inspiration, I say thank you...
The Girls who Likes to Cook
