twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?"

how to be emily

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Have amazing blue/green eyes that are almost scary.

Crochet gifts for friends and read all of Dickens by age 9.

No matter how late you've stayed up the night before drinking apricot beer, show up to work at the bakery at 5 am with immaculately beautiful braided blond hair.

Play the bass as a teen-ager.

Have a great stomach and be fabulously thin and gorgeous always, but never think you look good at all.

Look good wearing an apron.

Get a bracelet of poison ivy tattooed on your wrists to hide the scars.

Be a bug-bite magnet.

Remind everyone that everything is bullshit.

Have an adorable lisp as a little one so that 30-some years later we still refer to "pe-othed e-ors" when buying earrings.

Be a technophobe and try to convince everyone you know of all the things you can't do, while doing everything you do impeccably well, including: decorating your house, making croissants from scratch and carving your own temporary teeth out of fimo clay.

Enjoy your infants.

Get your house ready for Christmas like it is the most important thing in the world.

Be a really good hugger.

Thank you for the blog idea thelipstickchronicles.com.

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7 responses to “how to be emily”

July 17, 2011

Peter

Think of others. The best part was simply being around her.

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July 18, 2011

x

Give everything and ask for only kindness in return. Thank you em, miss you……

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July 19, 2011

Sonja

Call her little sis almost every day to ask if she was okay and/or needed something. Take her all the way out of town to get her the milkshake-coffee she wanted…
Bring her sis home goods she baked, even though all I wanted was to hear her say, “I made this, and saved it for you.” …
And even when she felt like her world was crashing down on her (as she often did) whenever she stopped for a visit- always say goodbye to her sister with a “I love you Sonni-bunny,” a hand squeeze, and a smile that I could always feel streaming to my heart from her fingertips.

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July 19, 2011

Sonja

No-one could ever accomplish being our Emmy.

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July 22, 2011

stephanie

Be one of the girls in town with the first and best tan. I will never forget in early spring heading up the mountain with the girls to go and find a patch of snow to go and lay out in. We would grab a couple of six packs, some herbage, our lounge chairs, and crank up the tunes!!Good times!!

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August 8, 2011

Tina

Oh my, is this the niece that you lost? How sad and tragic. So untimely and too young.

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March 9, 2012

Penelope Sky

I was just trolling through Emmy’s FB page in search of the photo of her Hope tattoo when I stumbled on your blog. I haven’t seen you since you lived in SF! I love your right-on “How to Be Emily.” I can’t remember whether I taught her to crochet, but when I emptied her house I found all my books and patterns, which I’d passed on to her. Now they’re back home with me, in an embroidered silk bag of hers. I haven’t been able to look at them, or any of the mementos I collected to save for myself or the girls when they’re ready, but reading your tribute brought so much back, so freshly. Thank you, Dina. I look forward to exploring your blog.

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