Equal parts linen & satin

She deeply analyzes some things, yet rides high on her impetuous waves.

She doesn’t have the patience to create art, but she has the eye to admire vintage artisan jewelry and an Italian suede handbag.

She’ll stroll to yoga in a linen tank and flip-flops, then strut the same streets in a satin shirt and leather wedge sandals.

She optimizes her daily routines, but approaches a day with friends as blind as a bat.

She won’t make herself a fancy dinner, but she’ll secure opening-night reservations at Borromini for her gals.

Her experiences with admirers range from as boring as meeting a mediocre guy at a bar, to as punchy as being with a tall, handsome pilot she met at Trader Joe’s.

She usually handles social situations with diplomacy, but she’ll strike up a conversation with anyone and invite them for a drink.

She judges people’s character through a rich collection of observations, but also judge them by what cocktail they order.

She’s called the life of the group and the party, yet craves time alone to sit in her peace.

She’ll think twice before buying herself that gold herringbone necklace, but won’t hesitate to gift her best friend a favorite gold ring she’s been complimented on.

She can solve a complicated differential equation, yet can’t keep track of how much she’s spent on gin and tonics.

She hates attention on her birthday, but lives for planning and celebrating the birthdays of those she loves.

She’ll roll her eyes at compliments from some men, but blush at the same words from the right ones.

She doesn’t consider herself religious, yet prays every night for the well-being of her parents and sister.

She’s known to be intimidating, but those who know her best will tell you she never takes herself too seriously.

She is me, she is equal parts linen and satin.