Friday, February 18, 2011

small and pink.




so today.
i was sitting in one of my favorite morning places. 
sipping coffee. pen [pilot 0.38, green, yes i love pens] in hand.

i like this particular spot 
because the windows are floor to ceiling. 
the street is busy. 
and full. 
with moms and children. 
solo elderly men strolling, hands clasped behind their backs. 
and the streets are lined with vendors.

life is all around. 

in constant motion. 
and i like to take a moment to be an observer. 
just for a few moments...of the life all around.

this morning. 
as i sipped, penned and watched, 
i observed a woman, who
for more than an hour, 
set up her clothing stall right on the street. 
in my perfect view. 

everything came out of her well-used car.
the tent. 
the stands to set the clothes. 
the hanging racks. 
then each stack of clothing.

she was meticulous in arranging each item. 
socks. tights. hats. scarfs. 
boots. sweaters. jumpers. 
dresses. vests. 
all small clothing. 
for kids.


but, i must tell you.
there was one item. 
it caught my eye.
the woman, held it up, shook it out 
before she carefully placed it on the table.

i couldn’t stop looking…
and i knew that it had to come home with me.

it was small. and it was pink. and it was a tutu.
i love a little girl in a tutu.

especially a small.pink.tutu.

after negotiating a price
with the lovely woman of the stand
the tutu was in my hands. 
coming home with me. 

and as i write
i am wrapping the small.pink.tutu. to 
send home to one little girl
who i know will wear it quite splendidly.

i hope she will twirl.
and dance.
and gaze at her imagine in the mirror.

because when you wear
a small.pink.tutu.
that precisely what 
one must do.








until next tutu spotting.

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