30 notes in the mailbox. | October 29, 2008 | Comments (0)


When: Wednesday, October 29th, 2008.

What: BCBGirls striped linen dress, brown tights from Old Navy, brown leather and suede peep-toe oxfords by Elie Tahari. Brown suede tote from Banana Republic.

Confession: Dead leaves and the dirty ground! Well, when I first met M, believe it or not, I did not like the White Stripes at all. AT ALL. I was sort of not for them. A few dates in I decided that I would try and be more open-minded; give them another chance. After all, if this very handsome tomboy loved them so, there had to be something. This was one of the first songs that sunk its teeth into my neck and really got me. I sent M a text on that very early Spring evening, sitting on my pretty hardwood floor with a cigarette and the sun streaming in through my tall, cathedral windows, and all it said was Soft hair and a velvet tongue, I want to give you what you give to me. Dreamy.


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SBJ @ 9:19 PM

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  • cate3710

    That’s a great song, and those lyrics make for quite the text message.

  • M

    YES!! we even went to a concert! it was magical, like your stripey dress!

  • Skinny Bone Jones

    Yes! I remember it well:

    “Sometimes life is like a movie. Sometimes the snapshots your memory saves are polished, perfect; blurred and beautiful moments of exactness.

    A girl waits patiently on her couch as I painstakingly apply lipstick and mascara and curl lock after lock of hair. We’re late, and I’m declaring that it’s too hot to put on the little black dress I am meant to wear, bent over the bathroom sink in a vintage corset with garters and thigh-high fishnets, and she’s laughing that it’s quite alright, really…

    I shouldn’t rush.

    Then there’s a song about bees, and it’s filling the open arms of a concrete embrace; like the stars held the last breath of their deaths so many years ago just so that this night the words and the notes could light the sky instead.

    There’s a girl shaking her hair all around her shoulders, two pale faces striking chords that will be the lining of the moment that comes in the very next second, when I turn to find her and she is singing along, swept up and away from me, and the distance has never seemed more perfect.”

    That was you! Singing along, not shaking your hair. That was Meg.

  • coopergirl

    Okay. Next stop iTunes.