Thursday, October 15, 2009
What Happened When I Got What I Really Wanted - Camilla Basham
I wanted to grow up to be Samantha Stevens when I was little: live in a quant house, have a loving husband, wear cool mod clothes, have interesting relatives, whip up dinner for Larry and Louis Tate at a moments notice, woo my husband’s clients with my cooking skills and clever banter. Like Samantha, I wanted to be perfect and beautiful, more powerful than my husband could ever know. A twitch of the nose would clean a dirty house without breaking a sweat; a snap of the fingers would set stubborn assholes in their place and then there was Darrin; not the Dick Sargent Darrin, but the Dick York Darrin. He was awkwardly adorable, loving and looked oddly handsome in his tight fitting shiny sixties suit with skinny tie, slicked back hair and big eyes. And what happened when I got what I wanted? I realized without the magic, It kind of sucks.