If I Had Money

I ‘d stand in front of Theory’s window drooling over their little spring dresses in beige and pink. Is that aqua I see peaking behind a bashful blue? Makes you want to pick up a Faulkner novel and read on a swing…White-Wooden-Porch-Swings-Design-With-Striped-Yellow-Cushion a scotch sour on a side table, a bowl of blueberries to sweeten the taste.

I’d buy a new purse…something light and roomy…in canvas, with an elegant leather strap. Hopefully it has kitten heels to match in faux alligator, soft to the touch.

Looking so nice I’d want to go someplace and since West Palm’s too far, I’d hop the Acela for DC with the New Yorker and David Sedaris under my arm.

Did you think I was going to say Paris? Washington is my Paris, the Capitol, my Eiffel Tower.

As I tool through Union Station I see the dome in the distance remembering how Lincoln refused to stop its construction during the Civil War, a sure sign the union would prevail. images-9

I think of Mr. Lincoln that brings me to Walt Whitman who wrote so beautifully of him in When the Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d. It was about Lincoln’s funeral train and how mourners lined the tracks holding handfuls of lilac bursting into bloom like no other April had ever seen.

images-10Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love. Walt Whitman

I’d wait in the taxi line, because that’s what you do, so one could take me to my favorite hotel, The Hay Adams, images-8 who greet me like family. Spent many weekends there with my last boyfriend, running around the National Mall in the morning…always stopping at the Vietnam Wall to pray. The hotel itself basks in history built on the site once the homes of Henry Adams, grandson of John Quincy…great grandson of John, and John Hay, Lincoln’s noble secretary and Teddy’s Secretary of State.

After breakfast, I’d go to the Smithsonian’s American History Museum to see Daniel Webster’s desk, Henry Clay’s straw hat 269and The Philadelphia, a ship belonging to Benedict Arnold before he became a spy for the British.

There’s the First Ladies Exhibition where I can glimpse all of Jackie’s jewelry Jack gave her when they ruled 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. You can even buy replicas in the gift shop.ย images-2 I’d feel a little like her in my sleeveless dress, a images light cardigan tossed over my shoulders hardly making a sound in my heels.

En route to Fords Theater to dream a little more of Mr. Lincoln, I’ll stop at Old Ebitts raw fish bar…oysters, clams…shrimp all on cool ice.

“Would you like some Chardonnay with that madam?”ย  images-7

“Yes, yes I certainly would…thank you, and please…call me Susannah.”

After Fords I’ll head back to the hotel to gather my things before taking the Acela home with the Washington Post, snacks the hotel made me and memories to keep me warm.

If I had money.

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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34 Responses to If I Had Money

  1. micklively says:

    What happened to the soup kitchen? ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, are you sure this is a daydream? Sounds real to me!

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  3. This was beautiful! I was right there with you, especially as we toured the First Lady exhibits and walked the mall. I know I’ve told you this a million times, but you really do make history interesting. You know how it bores me when anyone else is bringing it to life.
    Ps. I found the man of your dreams and we could then be related. The only problem is he just turned 9. His name is Aiden and he is my great nephew. This boy is never without a book in his hand, and we are not talking fairytales. Biographies are his love! The other day his mother suggested a Kindle to him and his response “But mom how will I ever be able to feel the pages with a Kindle? The pages are the best part.” Dirty blonde hair. Big brown eyes. Italian grandparents on both sides.

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  4. Elle Knowles says:

    Sounds like a wonderful trip Susannah. In this rush rush world I’m
    in right now I could use a trip like that myself to free my mind – if I had money. ๐Ÿ˜‰ ~Elle

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  5. Maybe I’ll join you…when I get money.

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  6. Your words paint a vivid picture of a wonderful trip. I’d be there with you, but I’m a little cash strapped myself. Trying to raise funds for Kate’s “Dancing with the Stars” debut next fall.

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  7. Yes, if only. It sounds so nice and peaceful. No wild jaunts to Cancun or Ibiza, or would you do that too? ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  8. I love D.C.! I could picture each step you took… Go to google maps and do the street views and go on your route… I do that sometimes.. My favorite place to stay in D.C. is a tiny two bedroom apartment shared with our Little Man. Go to the street in front of their apartment and look down and see the Washington Monument.. I love that! It’s fun to dream of having money, isn’t it? Someday I would like to try it!

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  9. Hey there,
    How do you know what you want with such conviction? How do you maintain your ability to dream and be broke? I’m so caught up in how to get through this week my dreams have shriveled and fled.
    How do you dream so vividly? How have you achieved you dream of living in New York and modeling? Your resolve both mystifies and intrigues me.
    I hope you’re well,
    – S.

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    • I’ve always had simple tastes…to be able to jog around the Lincoln Memorial for me is high living. I never enjoyed the opulence of the fashion world and if could do it all over again I would never have modeled…my thirst for knowledge is never quite quenched so I would have gone to school. Hindsight is useless and painful…but dreaming is a wonderful pastime…as you’re mending, try one on for size ๐Ÿ™‚

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