Behold, her barely used bottle of India Hicks Island Living perfume.
my India Hicks envy.
"It's just a little too sweet for my taste," Linda said. "I thought maybe you might like to try it."
I pulled off the cap, sniffed at the spray nozzle, and said, "Yes, I do like it. Thank you so much." But then I couldn't stop myself from adding with a laugh, "Damn her. Why did I have to like her perfume? I'm already envious enough."
I proceeded to tell Linda about a private email I received from a woman after my post telling me how I had no reason to be envious, that India Hicks may have a perfect jaw and royal blood, but she doesn't make pie! Case in point: "She made cupcakes for her mother's book signing but no one ate them and she couldn't even give them away!" (I didn't add that last part to be catty. I was merely repeating what this woman pointed out in her email after obviously having perused India's blog.)
"You should have your own line of perfume," Linda replied.
|Amazing how one photo can conjure up|
an impression of someone's life -- and
provoke such envy
"Yes," I said. "I could recreate her image-- and rename the perfume --to match my life."
Here's what the formula would be:
Two terriers -- one black, one white -- with bandanas instead of expensive leather collars
|We like to pretend our huge sand-colored hay field is like a beach.|
In a canoe (no motor) on the murky green waters of the Des Moines River
|You won't be eating any lobster out of here. And it's probably best to avoid eating the catfish too.|
And what you get is:
Apple-Cinnamon * Oh dee Toilet
Wait until I get the label designed. Crabtree and Evelyn is gonna love it. I'm sure they'll be calling any minute.