How Do You Want It To Feel?

Dear Danielle LaPorte, 

I owe you one.  One of everything - one hug, one handwritten love note, one blessing, one piece of something shiny and sparkly, and oodles of gratitude.  

You asked the burning question. Thanks for striking the match. 

How do I want it all to feel? 

I want my morning to feel like the first sip of ginger, carrot and kale juice, and a game of Double Dutch. 

I want my body to feel like a turquoise Oscar de la Renta silk taffeta gown on Oscar night. 

I want my faith to feel like a radiant sun ray streaming down on a beach chair.

I want my giving to feel like a raise-the-roof gospel choir and a deep-tissue massage with a Rosemary salve.

I want my work to feel how Mary felt when she decided to sit at the feet of Jesus instead of doing chores with Martha.   

I want my money-making to feel like opening a bottle of champagne, hearing the cork pop and sharing its giddy-inducing goodness with others. 

I want my writing to feel like hearing & believing the words "I love you" for the first time.

I want my stationery to feel like Louis Armstrong singing "La Vie En Rose." 

I want my character and my word to feel like metal type embossed into paper. 

I want my soul to feel amp'd and hopeful like the March on Washington and Election Night 2008 in America. 

I want my nighty-nights to feel like a warm, lavender bath.

Mwah!  

Love, Deedums

P.S. Pretties, how do you want it all to feel for you?  Write it down. Say it aloud. Share it. 

Kris Carr Made Me Pretty...Again

Dear Adolescent Deedums,

Do not believe your dermatologist.  Cookies, chips and colas are evil for your skin.    

For years, you'll think it's out of your hands and wish for magic in a bottle.  

Makeup becomes your BFF and you keep it moving. 

Then one day, a burning bush (the Internet) declares "Read Kris Carr's Crazy Sexy Diet."



















What's crazy?  You can't have ice cream, cheese, sugar, salty foods, caffeine, wheat, chocolate and wine for 21 days!!!  (You're only 14 so wine shouldn't be on your menu, young lady.) 

What's even crazier?  It works.  Your face glows.  Your energy spikes.  There's not a pimple in sight until you return to your bad habits. 

Put down the Noxzema.  Step away from Oreos and Chef Boyardee.  Ask veggies and fruit for dinner.  Drink more water. 

Mwah!

Love, Deedums

P.S.  Don't freak out!  When you're an adult, you'll meet Duran Duran in person! 

Yuletide Message from Janet

Dear Janet,

Flaunting 45 ... is that really necessary?

While it's only a few years away for me, your message is loud and clear:

Tighten it up in 2012, Deedums.

 




Black leather pants - check.

Chic hair cut - working up the nerves.

Cool confidence - ramping it up.

Mwah and Merry Christmas!

Love, Deedums

P.S. The tattoo. Now that's optional, correct? 

The Patron Saint of Oenophiles

Dear God,

Bless the maker of this automatic wine opener. 

Uncorking a bottle is a skill I've never perfected. 

For under $50, bits of cork in my Riesling be gone!  
Cheers to another domestic victory, that is, unless the electricity goes out. 

Mwah! Love, Deedums

The Ghost of Christmas Past

Dear pretties, 

Last night, the ghost of Christmas Past visited nest 328 and politely asked me to get over myself.  

Before I could even muster up a "Bah! Humbug!," visions of eeensy Karl Lagerfeld dolls were dancing in my head.  There's nothing like over-the-top holiday window displays to resurrect one's merriment. 
 

What's the takeaway?  When telling off your Scrooge, always consider your tone.  A gentle request works wonders. 

Oh and after umpteen hours of work, go easy on the Shiraz and Vanity Fair issues! 

Mwah!  Love, Deedums

But Not For Me

Dear Tiffany & Co,

I have a bone to pick with you.  

A gazillion people in NYC and you couldn't find one romantic tale starring a caramel-hued heroine.  How is that even possible? 

Making us invisible isn't the key to our hearts or our wallets.  What makes love true is when a woman feels she is seen and heard.  

Is love really everywhere or simply not for some of us?

Mwah! Love, Deedums

P.S. Let's not fight...after all, I love those square blue boxes.