I remember being sick and staying home from school when I was 12 years old. I was obsessed with watching old movies on AMC. My favorites were ones from the early 1960’s and preferably took place in either New York or Paris. On this particular day, “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” was on TV and it was love at first sight for me. I loved the look and the feel of New York in the early 60’s. I loved the way that the people dressed. And more than anything, I wanted to be Audrey Hepburn’s Holly Golightly….all dolled up in a mink hat, bright orange wool coat, big tortoise shell sunglasses, and little black structured bag…strolling down Fifth Ave. with her handsome boyfriend…embarking on TIFFANY’S. Yes, Tiffany’s. Tiffany’s, the place where Holly says anyone can escape the “mean reds”. In the film, she described her anxiety as “the mean reds–a feeling of being afraid, yet not knowing what you are afraid of.”
Ever since I was 12, I have dreamed of walking into Tiffany’s on Fifth Ave. and making a purchase–a purchase of my very own. Last month, I had a vacation planned to New York and at last, my time had come!
Of course, Holly says that it’s tacky for women under 40 to wear diamonds. So, I had to decide what exactly I wanted. I have recently become a fan of rose gold jewelry and I have always had a fondness for those Tiffany key necklaces. So, I decided that’s what I would get at Tiffany’s. It was a bit intimidating to walk into that big store. It’s HUGE! I remembered in the film…they never left the main floor. Now I was standing there staring at the elevator, trying to decide which floor to start browsing on! I went to the 3rd floor and found exactly what I wanted. My husband saw a necklace that he liked better, but he bought the one that I wanted. It was truly one of the happiest moments of my life. Oh, that sounds so superficial—but it’s true! It was something that I had been waiting to check off my list for 20 years. Since my beautiful Tiffany’s rose gold key necklace was a gift from my husband, it was even more special. The salesman placed it in the little blue box, tied it up with a white satin ribbon, and handed it to me in the iconic blue Tiffany’s bag. I was grinning ear to ear.
When we walked outside onto Fifth Ave., there was another woman holding a little Tiffany’s bag and her husband was taking her picture in front of the window display. I guess I was not the only woman whose dream of going to Tiffany’s had just come true! As my husband and I walked down Fifth Ave., I felt as though we were Holly and Paul….only I got a necklace instead of an engraved ring from a Cracker Jack box!