She was seventeen in 1959, the year her daddy bought her a brand new, baby blue, Buick Electra convertible. She felt like Brigitte Bardot when she slipped on her sunglasses and slid behind the wheel; she would have loved to let the wind tousle her hair, but Brigitte had a team of hairdressers waiting for her at the end of her ride, and Caroline didn’t. So she covered her hair with a scarf, tied it around her neck, and comforted herself with the thought that she looked very sophisticated and mysterious. A quick check in the rear view mirror confirmed her assessment of herself; she freshened up her lipstick and drove off.
© 2007 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
Sterling silver, tourquoise. Hand fabricated.
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