Pink and purple tissue paper lines the floral-festooned box. Buffeted by feathers and deconstructed silk flowers, with perhaps the faintest wisp of Tom Ford’s ‘Lavender Palm’ Private Blend (and just the slightest dash of ‘Beau de Jour‘) it makes a formidably frivolous collection of little gifts and letters. A few books line the bottom of the box – including one on ‘Peaceful Places in Boston‘ – which actually includes a pretty comprehensive list of some wonderful spots.
This is a collection of frivolity assembled for Alissa’s daughter, in the hopes of sending some cheer in the midst of this desolate winter. Mostly it’s empty prettiness, but there’s a value in being pretty if you know not to take any of it too seriously.
I realize this is small and meaningless recompense for the loss of a parent, but it’s all I have to give. That and the promise that she has one more person watching out for her, wherever her adventures may lead.
