The Revenge of Something To Unwrap!

Karma for my sourpuss attitude about Christmas presents came and got me today. I received this note from my stepmother, in response to a gift of a shawl almost exactly like this one.

Before this begins: English is her second language.

"PLEASE DO NOT USE YOUR LITTLE MONEY YOU HAVE TO BUYING CHRISTMAS GIFTS FOR ME!!! AS YOU KNOW AND HAVE SEE IT, I HAVE ALWAYS SPECIAL FASHION-DRESS TASTE, ALWAYS HOLLYWOOD GLAMOURS, (SO, ROYAL TASTE AS MUST BE TO BE ME!) SO ONLY I MYSELF CAN BUY ANYTHING TO BE WORN BY ME. PLEASE UNDERSTAND I AM 60+ BUT LOOK AND DRESS AS 40S AND I HAVE EVERY DRESS I EVER WANT. I DO NOT NEED NOTHING. THANK YOU SWEETHEART - MARIA"

Part of me is a little huffy (nothing wrong with that shawl, it's warm and silky, it won't sear anybody's retinas out, she could just wrap herself up in it when she's at home reading), and part of me is agog with admiration at her amazing, amazing chutzpah. A pity that "ALWAYS HOLLYWOOD GLAMOURS" isn't really appropriate to be my new personal motto, and that I myself don't have every dress I could ever want.