1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="moBTfmwOvM"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/i-love-surprises/">I Love Surprises</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/i-love-surprises/embed/#?secret=moBTfmwOvM" width="600" height="338" title="“I Love Surprises” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="moBTfmwOvM" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> I had mentioned earlier that I love receiving packages in the mail; it’s even more exciting when I get them rather unexpectedly. I do feel like a child on Christmas day – morning, rather – giddy with joy and close to bursting from all the inexplicable delight and anticipation as to what could possibly be under the shimmery, red wrapping paper. Sans the large, metallic bows, the sign of a UPS or what have you postal service box, on my front steps, is very exciting. Thursday was the average weekday, following a rather monotonous routine. Wake up, get dressed, eat a vanilla yogurt (my absolute favorite), and get ready to leave. Yet upon walking down the stairs, a box awaited, casually placed by the front door. Of course, I ask with a rather blasé attitude as to what it was & for whom the package was addressed to. My mother answers, not realizing my efforts to keep from bursting, that it was from my aunt. My aunt, the jetsetter aunt, beauty director of one of my favorite magazines EVER. Fabulous, young, and already so incredibly successful. I am so jealous. So of course I was near bursting. And I couldn’t open in the…http://lacouturiernyc.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/goodies-007.jpg?w=300