Who needs Tiffany’s when we’ve got sunlight sparkling on the sea?
I do! I love Tiffany’s!
The first monologue I ever performed in high school drama class was Holly Golightly getting ready to go see Sally Tomato in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I studied the scene in the film, dragged a dress, earrings, sleeping mask, a suitcase, shoes, and a large hat to my high school in Orem Utah. I did the monologue, even finding the shoe in the suitcase, putting it on, and heading out the door.
Whenever I looked in the windows at Tiffany’s, I was flooded with the same feelings as Ms. Golightly: a silent yearning for glittering safety, but a wilder deeper desire for the exact opposite: glittering adventure.
My ex-husband showered me with platinum and diamonds from Tiffany’s, and when he became my ex, I sold them all and took my teenagers on a wild rollicking journey exploring castles, art, opera, vineyards, dancing barefoot under the moonlight and riding vintage trains past waterfalls and fields of wildflowers… we created memories far more precious than any diamond tiara, and all the light and love I see in a ring from Tiffany’s is magnified times a thousand in our memories of our trip.
Even knowing all that, I still love Tiffany’s, and I’ll be skipping there very soon to buy myself some sparkles I can wear over my heart, reminding me where the love and light live… right here.
