I dream of Jeanne
It's always hard when we lose someone, but this one almost crushed me. I hadn’t seen or spoken to her in 10 years - but honestly nothing went sour, we all just get so busy and drift apart …but dear God, there was a time when we were like soul sisters. Looking back, I see humongous, dark sunglasses, raven hair either in a thick, straight bob or a poufy, 1960's/Amy Winehouse bun, bold, deep red lips, a perfectly tailored cheetah-print coat with a wide collar, black tights, short skirt, red kitten heels or some smashing rock-and -roll leather boots, some kind of wild, fabulous designer handbag and of course, a cigarette always ready to go.
