Barbidoesmiami

How to Stay Sane in the City of No Shame

I feel top-killed

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there is too much. Too much going on. Too much to write so I dont write at all.
I want to write about oil and about my rejection letters and about Iona’s prom style graduation, and about our dinner party (i was going to post pictures and recipes) and our last weeks in Miami, and I want to write a letter to Obama urging him to get into a white clean up suit, get oily, clean a dying bird and weep, because thats what “the American People” want to see. Hell who wants him taking responsiblity? That sounds too much like taking the blame. No we want his tears while wearing a diving suit, holding a fisherman’s child – Reagan/Clinton style – only then will we feel he’s on top of the situation.

OK. So.

One week ago Iona had her graduation from middle school in the form of a lunch time dance. She went shopping with her two best friends, Lourdes and Josirus and called me. “Mommy, I found a dress, and its really cool, and I would never have picked it myself but Lourdes made me put it on, and its like chonga, like really hot, and I think you won’t like it, but it looks really good on me and they say i should get it, shall I take a picture of me, like wearing it, and send it to you?”

She called me! From the dressing room. She wanted me to see it, approve it. She wanted ME. Still at age thirteen, almost fourteen. I was touched. I said I trust your taste. If you love it then get it. I’m sure you look great.

 

red hot?

 

it’s all about the back, its like all open, but its cool.

 

my beautiful baby

 

So at 8.30 on Friday morning she stood and waited, in the street outside our house, for her friend’s car to pick her up. She looked self-conscious, her knees and feet turned in, her head cocked at an angle, too cool to smile and wave at me. She looked heart breaking, a mix of five year old girl and sexy young woman. Tears rolled down my cheeks. It wasn’t the cliche that they grow up so fast. I was just so proud of her, how she’s making her way and figuring it out, so lovely, so together, so smart and such a good friend. I love you Iona.

More to follow…

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Author: barbidoesmiami

Barbi is a stupid model, fashion designer, writer about women and beauty, repurposeur of ocean plastic garbage into jewelry, mover from milford to miami, mother of iona kiki and leila, lover of alastair

6 thoughts on “I feel top-killed

  1. Barbara, this is so truly felt and touching tht you gave me goose bumps. It might be that I soon will get there, but the words you used are absolutely “carved”!

  2. CHONGAHHHH!

  3. I agree with Lourdes and Josiris. And I love your blog. What does last few weeks in Miami mean? I thought you guys were moving there. I guess it’s O.K. if you aren’t… It just means that now I have to go to Cartagena sooner. I was going to check out Miami first. Of course, first I have to leave Maine, lol! Are you coming to visit this year? I hope you will…I just realized I was writing in the website address space, it was all in one line! The outlines for different fields is very faint.

  4. This is so cool, a love letter to your daughter on your blog. I don’t have kids, but you make me understand it a bit more. It still scares the hell out of me. You mentioned your last weeks in Miami. Meaning what? Final weeks, or missed writing weeks?

  5. Gosh, “Big Guy” and his wife just viewed this and we are sooooo proud too. I feel old, Barbara. Hugs to you all, Vicki & Eddie

  6. After meeting with you and I could only image that’s how you looked like when you were a teenager…lona is a gorgeous teenager

    🙂

    eg

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