She clutches her small purse as she wheels her carry-on behind her. On the drive back from the airport to her home, she decides to stop by her favourite store and pick up a new skirt for tomorrow night. She's had had her eye on it for a few weeks now and decided this was the special occassion she wanted it for.
Two hours after landing she finally opens he door to her house. 'Good to be home again' she thinks to herself while mentally making her to-do list for the next three days. 1. call landscapers 2. laundry 3. have dinner with the folks 4. start that new book 5. pick out paint for room..... She chuckles to herself as she goes thru this ritual evey week. The glory of being home after having an office out of town!
The next morning the sun nudges her eyes open and after a long stretch she wraps herself in her white fluffy robe and heads to the kitchen to brew a fresh pot of coffee. Mental note: buy some flavoured coffee creamer. She pours a splash of regular milk in a mug and a half of a "pink" and pours the steaming brew in. Time to freshen up and get into a pair of jeans and her comfy work from home top.
After spending the late morning and afternoon on conference calls and feverishly pecking away at her keyboard, she signs off, turns off the lights and closes the door to her home office. Another week completed. The phone rings and she delights in talking for a few minutes with a good friend reminiscing about their recent trip to Hawaii. How they both love to travel. They dream a bit together about making their next trip to Europe. "Well, I have to go now and get ready", and says goodbye for now to her friend.
Entering her bathroom, she fills the soaking tub and drops in some oils and bath salts. Inhaling deeply, drawing in the flowery yet musky scent of her personal bath oils, she relaxes. Rummaging thru her music collection, she puts on a mixed CD to listen to while she soaks; Dianna Krall, The Eagles, The Pussy Cat Dolls, Dr. John and Carrie Underwood.
After lulling in the bathtub for a half hour, she dries off and slowly applies a light body lotion. Then she starts to carefully apply a little eyeliner around her ocean blue eyes, a touch of blush and finishes her pouty mouth with some coral earthy coloured lipstick. She dries her blonde hair and tossles it around, styling it so her face is framed with wisps and having it flip up slightly at the shoulders. Her clothes have already been carefully laid out for this evening; the new chocolate brown skirt, a sand and cream coloured v-neck top and a scarf with hints of green, rust and sand. After getting her outfit fitted just right she slips on the tan coloured heels. Dr. John blares on the stereo as she peers into her jewelry armoire. She opens a little pale aqua box and decides to wear the finery inside. Simple accents, one bracelet, a delicate necklace, and pair of small teardrop earrings finishes the outfit. One spritz of a light perfume into her top and she's ready for the evening ahead.
Deciding to sip on a glass of white wine since she's ready early, she beins to give the house the once over, straightening out her magazines and glancing at her book collectoin, spying that new book she bought last week and again promises to get to starting it this weekend.
The doorbell rings. She checks herself over as she approaches the door and her heart races a bit. Taking a deep breath she smiles as she opens the door.
Her smile grows and her ocean blue eyes sparkle when she says hello.
Is it you at the door?
