Little Darlings: The Perfection of Imperfect Women
Several years ago I came across one of those objects of art in her original box and the box was marked "Little Darling." She had never been played with and she was perfect, a memento of my early childhood. I purchased her and brought her to some outdoor shows, but she never sold. Eventually, she ended up in a plastic crate in the cellar until a few nights ago, when my son, who had suddenly become ambitious, dragged the crate up the stairs and resurrected her. A little soiled for the wear, she is still perfection in her virginal white lacy gown, pearl drop earrings and clear lucite with sparkles high heels.
If only I could be that little darling that I love to gaze upon, but alas, I am older now, have no ambitions to marry and I'm certainly not perfect. Like many women, I get catty, gossip and disparage my fellow gender.
This woman came in to the shop today and said "you never called me." I replied that I didn't because I didn't think there was anything I could have done about her situation, but what I didn't tell her is that the person she wanted me to call for her doesn't want anything to do with her. She walked out the door pretty angry.
Here's the thing: she is extremely successful in her business, despite her personal shortcomings and I guess those of us who know her are a little if not a lot jealous of her success. We feel as though it's not fair that somebody with her sloppy business dealings should have such golden opportunities. However, her enthusiasm and love for what she does spills out all over the place and she genuinely likes us, believing that we share the same feelings for her. But we feel cheated, so we have become petty, myself included. So with this little confession and the bad karma I helped to create, I'm letting it go, with a new resolve not to stoop to petty back stabbing and I wish her a continuation in her success, little darling that she is.
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