We’ve got a dear family friend whom we’ll call "Sylvia." We’ll call her Sylvia because, well… that’s her name. =D
Sylvia is and has always been the representation of perfect Cuban womanhood to me. I’ve known Sylvia since I was a little Cuban girl and I have always marveled at how she manages to be consistently put together. [sigh]
She is always dressed impeccably, no matter the occasion. She has a sixth sense about how to add or subtract accessories to complement any outfit. She can mix gold and silver jewelry without batting a perfectly lined eye.
I’ve never seen Sylvia with a hair out of place or a chipped nail. I’ll bet she doesn’t even OWN chancletas. (heaven forbid!) And she occasionally wears gold shoes. Gold! She has managed to age beautifully and gracefully. Sylvia is timeless, legendary. Her name is synonymous with Cuban femininity and perfection.
She is perfectly feminine, perfectly funny, perfectly manicured and perfectly Cuban. [sigh]
Sylvia is my inspiration when I’m wanting to be all those things (I usually fail miserably, but that’s not important right now). So, in my quest for Sylvia-hood, I got myself some gold heels.
Me: "I just got a pedicure and I’m wearing my gold heels."
Amy (without missing a beat): "Ah! that is SOOO Sylvia." 😉
Sylvia is the reason I’m obsessed with white pants (which I rarely can pull off the way she does). And I’m obsessed with the gold shoes too. I want to be Sylvia when I grow up. SIGH.
Girlfriends,We ALL want to be Sylvia. I just don’t think I will ever be able to pull off the gold shoes. Way to go, Cubanita!
Nora
Oh no….I am not sure what chancletas are…but I think I have some on….What do I do?
Marvelous yarn, pal – & I’m DIGGING those fabulos gold shoes!
I so get the gold shoes. I have more than one pair… but alas, I am not a Sylvia, and won´t even attempt white pants. Great pedicure!
I love that genre of cubanas
Uh-oh, I’m a little bit ‘Sylvia’. I will never be caught dead in shorts outside of my house and inside, only if I’m cleaning or painting. Going to the movies or restaurant are cause for dressing up.I remember as a child having a friend of the family. Your Sylvia, was my Estela, and I also aspired to be like her. When I fantasized about married life, I would think that I would wake up before my husband and apply makeup, so he would never see me ‘undone’. Well, when I did get married, reality set in and that fantasy didn’t last long.
I don’t own gold shoes, but does an animal print count?
As always, love your stories!!!
Nancy,I love that! Cuban woman are fabulous, no? 😉