It was a perfectly delightful Valentine Saturday. She greeted her beau with wrapped Whoppers and his favorite Necco candy hearts, with a written love note. He had decorated the piano with all that is Valentine related while she slept...
She made him a living Valentine installation, that he would find on the stone path...
He nodded in delightment as he came upon it...
They danced, and listened to all sorts of music, all was disgustingly sappy. Perfect for this day... And as the songs changed, they were more into the music than eachother, and slowly roamed into their own directions... (Mister Lovee to her and many others, was the missing member to the Rolling Stones, he looked like a long lost brother)
Anyhow, as she went her own way, she decided to get Faun Boy repackaged and ready to head out for a second voyage to France...
Yep, he was in perfect condition. All was still in the package, and he was still wrapped up safe and sound...
As she emptied out the parcel, she noticed there was something still inside. EEK!
Oh no she thought. What could it be? It looked dark...
It looked kind of like a wig, she thought...
Fear and anxiety consumed her belly...
She had just had this intense conversation with her brother. About how everything happens for a reason. How all is magical and meant to be... She was firm on that outlook...
And yet, here she was, at one of those pivotal moments in life. Where France sends her an unexpected gift...
Was it meant to be?
You know, she was a very modest girl. She never brought anything to her blog that would be terribly inappropriate.
But just in case... This should be considered fair notice.
Anyhow, she opened her parcel.
Slowly...
It was from the Brassiere Gods of France...
The only problem was. She wasn't the Cinderella to this Brassiere...
She made a face of wonderment. There was just no way she could do it justice.
If everything is meant to be... (For a split second she thought about that wish she wrote on a little piece of paper when she was 12 and sent into the atmosphere. You know, when you wish you looked more like Marilyn Monroe, and less like a 12 year old. Perhaps her wish was delayed, and had just arrived to the Wish Maker??)
She thought, she must find the rightful owner of this lovely specimen. They must be wondering where it went? Or did France really intend to send it her way?
She searched the package for any sign of a true owner... But all there was, was a label...
Now what, she asked herself?
I mean, where really had Faun Boy picked this lovely specimen up at?
He went all the way to France, and all he brought back was...
There were a few options.
- Keep it and hope for a miracle.
- Gift it to someone who could use it, afterall, it was quite nice.
- Send it back to France with Faun Boy?
- Keep it as a Souvenir of France...
- Go on a mission to find the rightful owner?
What do you think?
One thing's for sure. This was the first time she had ever received Valentine Lingerie, and she would never forget it ;) (too bad it wasn't the perfect fit, but then again, she could resort to 12 year old tactics that involved kleenex)
The things that happened to her in this lifetime, I tell ya...
February 14th, 2009, I Love your sense of humor!
Proof that, you can live in the middle of Nowhere Arizona, ask for nothing, and still receive the wonderments of the world, in your very own mailbox ;) ;)
♥ xoxo, V
ps: Details on the package: I sent Faun Boy to France in Novemberish, but he never arrived to his new owner. He had been lost ever since. Out of 1,000+ parcels shipped all over the world, he was the first one that has never arrived at his new home... But a couple of days ago, he was sitting in my mailbox, opened but sealed in a plastic bag from France. With the extra mystery souvenir in tow ;)
