Be Delicious

2015-03-09 12.21.53 (2)A gush of fruity and aquatic notes start DKNY Be Delicious (DKNY 2004).   It’s sweet, but not too sweet, bright and very upbeat.  The notes of cucumber and grapefruit are perfect – juicy, sumptuous and yet tart and refreshing.

In the drydown the watery, crisp fruit and flowers center around the green apple note, although there’s a modern, chic warmth of woody amber grounding the effervescence.  DKNY Be Delicious is aptly named.  It’s an easily enjoyable, tasty scent – perfect for summer, spring and particularly fall.

Top notes: cucumber, grapefruit and magnolia.  Middle notes: lily-of-the-valley, green apple, violet, rose and tuberose.  Base notes: woodsy notes, sandalwood, and amber.  

Coquette: Part II or IV

The next weekend I got tired of being at school and decided to take the train back home.  It was snowing fairly hard that weekend.  The frigid, dry air hit my face when I walked out the door to get in the cab late at night on my way to the station. And it smelled cold.  Cold has a smell, especially extreme cold.

The orange tinted lights next to the highway created ugly shadows in the somewhat grimy cab.  I thought about the paper I needed to finish by next Wednesday for my French Literature course.  It was proving to be very difficult.  I wondered what grade I would receive on that paper.  It didn’t seem promising.

Then the station; the station covered in snow.   The cab stopped, I awkwardly paid the driver and we exchanged forced pleasantries.  My feet stepped into deep, fluffy powder higher than my ankles, but it was the sort of snow that didn’t stick. It was fortunate my feet likely wouldn’t get wet.

The ride home on the Amtrak was quiet and I managed to close my eyes and be lulled by the gentle rocking of the train on the tracks.  Only a light on the floor by our feet lit the car.

My father picked me up at the station while it was still dark out.

“Well, hello!”  He was bright and cheerful and I could tell that he’d likely had at least one or two cups of coffee before his arrival.  I anticipated the next thing to happen in the conversation.

“So, we’re really glad to have you home this weekend Becky!  Your mother is at home asleep of course.”

“Thank you, dad.  I’m glad to be home.  It’s been a stressful last couple of weeks.”

Oh? How so?”

“Well, just stressful.”

“You know the Walters are buying a new house in Arizona?!”  He changed the topic to the Walters.  Sam and Christy Walter were an entertaining couple – both emergency room doctors.  They rarely lived in the same place for more than a few years at a time.  And yet, despite their numerous moves, they were somehow able to always have an excess of funds.  My father loved spending time with them and even more than that he enjoyed talking about them when they weren’t around.  When they moved it was a running joke to call it the “annual Walter migration.”

The rest of the ride home was fairly quiet.  The sound of my father’s usual classical radio station played in the background.  It was always classical or occasionally Bob Dylan.  Nothing else.

That weekend all three of us decided to eat at our favorite restaurant, A Moveable Feast.  It was an outdoor location next to the St. Croix River.

“So, Becky,” my father chimed in brightly during dessert, “Are there any boys we should know about?”  My mother smiled sweetly without sound.  She already knew everything.  We talked frequently on the phone.

“No.  Not really.”  I saw the disapproval on his face even though I was staring down at the table so I added, “I mean there’s been a couple of guys I’ve liked but nothing’s ever come of it.”

A sharp, staccato “Oh.  And why is that then?”  My father sounded as if he was prepared to figure out any problem and eliminate the obstacles through analysis.

“Well, they just don’t like me…”

“They probably just need time to grow up a little.  But I’m sure they like you.”

“No.  They don’t dad.”

“Well, trust me.  I know.  You’re as cute as can be but they probably are just shy.  Maybe you need to find ways to talk to them more.”  I felt a knot of anger in my stomach at his words and then he continued, “See, you need to go to more functions.  Aren’t there dances or clubs?  And by clubs I mean organizations of course.”  I believe he was certain he knew.  Absolutely, positively certain.

My mother was still silent.  She sipped her coffee.

“You know, I just don’t think that’s the problem dad.  I really don’t.”

“Well, we’ll talk about it later maybe.”

On the ride home my mother decided she wanted to be dropped off at the lake a few miles from our house. She said she wanted to walk the rest of the way home.  She often did this.  It was a sunny day despite the snow covering the ground.

So!” My father opened brightly into conversation the moment my mother stepped out of the car.

“So!”  I responded.

“I just think I need to say something.  And this isn’t meant to be some sort of criticism.  Not at all.  I couldn’t be prouder of you and I know your mother feels the same way.  Your grades are just great and we’re very proud of your scholastic achievements in general.  But…  that being said, I’m concerned that you don’t have a boyfriend.”  He did sound concerned.  “I know that’s not necessarily an easy thing to just do-”

“Dad I don’t think you understand-”

“Oh yes, I do.  I think you need to get out more.  Now, I know the Walter’s son Patrick is coming home from college this weekend too and he would like to spend time with you.”  I felt sick to my stomach.

“I don’t want to go out with Patrick, dad.”

“Oh it will be fun.  You can just go out as friends.”

“Dad I don’t want to date someone I don’t like in that way.”

“Oh I think that’s a very youthful approach, which is fine.  You’re very young.”

“What do you mean, dad?  Are you trying to say that you think I should date people I don’t find attractive?”

“I just think you should keep your options open.”

I looked out the window at the passing scenery.  Everything outside looked free.  I felt trapped.

“But if I don’t find someone attractive or like them how will I ever fall in love with them?”

There was silence for a moment.  I awaited a response like a plaintiff awaiting a sentence from a judge.

“I think you need to adjust your thinking, Becky.”

“How so!?”

“Well, you don’t need love to get married. You’ll see what I mean.”


“There are plenty of other reasons to get married…  I mean it!   When you’re a little older I think you’ll understand more.  Just give yourself time.”

“What other legitimate reasons could there possibly be?  Other than to gain citizenship maybe?”

“Oh just you wait.  You’ll understand someday.   I mean it.  That’s a very dangerous way to think.  You’ll end up bitter and disappointed thinking that way.  That’s a very foolish way to think.”


“Really, Becky.  That’s a terrible way to think.”

“Dad, I respect your advice however much I may or may not agree with you, but I’m not going out with Patrick.”

“Think about it though Becky, and if it’s for the reasons you’ve said I just have to say that I think you’re making a mistake.”

I thought that because it’s now September an apple fragrance would make sense to wear.  🙂  I’m thoroughly enjoying it.  It brings back a lot of good memories of previous falls when I wore it too…  Oddly enough though, this is one of the hottest weeks we’ve had all year (I think).

Until tomorrow…

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Wow, amazing blog structure! How long have you been writing a blog for?
    you made operating a blog look easy. The total look of your website is great, let alone the content material!

    1. karrielinn says:

      Thank you! That’s a very kind and generous compliment!!

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