A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Diary January 21, 1960: I Make a Decision

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I remember this trip...the hairdresser's name was Ann Bania. She was the wife of one of my mother's Polish cousins. She gave me what was known as the "bubble cut"--short and curly all around. I had such a moon face as a child and teenager that I appeared chubby, from the neck up at least. The bubble cut wonderfully accentuated that roundness! A few years later, in Paris, to my great despair, even Carita, my swanky salon, would give me basically that same cut, and as a final indignity spritz me with a girlish lily-of-the-vally scent. Inside I was Audrey Hepburn, not Sandra Dee! How come nobody else could see it?

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