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By Violet Date: 2005 Nov 09 Comment on this Work [[2005.11.09.01.22.8601]] |
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i want to be glimmering and radiant shimmering in red taffeta not a hair out of place as i move in an effortless glide to fill the table with delicacies i want to be the perfect wife as crystal glistens and silver clinks against china in gentle candle light beautiful, interesting, calm and polished a vision of holiday warmth and spirit entertaining our guests with witty remarks and meaningful conversation filling their glasses with wine to the sound of my kitten heels clicking on the wood floor and heaping perfectly peaked mashed potatoes onto their plates i want you to be so proud of your confection of a woman somehow, i fear that hosting my first thanksgiving won't be quite so delightful i will probably burn something and no doubt will need help with my lumpy gravy someone will discover that you made the stuffing and i will be jealous of the compliments lavished on you we will bicker and argue through gritted teeth as we scurry around the kitchen with our relatives looking on my hair will disobey me as it always does and since i do not own anything in tafetta it will be a sweater that recieves a cranberry sauce catastrophe i will look tired and frazzled as my grandmother criticizes my cooking and your mother chatters distractingly in my ear i won't have time to tell any witty stories and people will laugh at my weak attempt at domestic bliss i want so badly to be the kind of wife any man would be thankful for that i put myself into the jaws of thanksgiving dinner for 12 people (12 people!) if only i could be the glittering hostess that you deserve. |