Petunia

I met my friend T interning at the ad agency. I tend to give all my friends nicknames so shortly after, T became "Petunia".

 Sweater - Kensie Girl, Blue Belt {worn backwards} - Vintage
Cami and Skirt - H&M, Booties - Fendi {via eBay}

Now let me explain that before we were friends...we weren't. Petunia did not like me. How do I know this? A co-worker once invited both of us to lunch. Without hesitation I agreed to come along. It was my first week and I was happy to be welcomed. Or so I thought.

When we finished lunch Petunia reapplied her lipgloss at the table. Side Note: I was and still am obsessed with lipgloss. I thought the colour was really pretty but I had never used that brand before so I decided to ask P a few questions...
Ela: How do you like that lipgloss?
P: [Rolls eyes] It's lipgloss. What do you mean?
Ela: I dunno...is it sticky?
P: Sticky? [Stink face]
Ela: You know how some lipglosses are sticky like when your hair blows then it gets stuck to your lips...
P: No. I don't know what you're talking about. If you want to know so much, why don't you just buy some.
Ela: PMS much? Um...ok...

She was snarky most of the time. But it didn't stop me from being nice to her. It was week one, she and I would be working on pretty much the same ad campaigns and I had about 15 weeks to go - the last thing I wanted was to start some office conflict {ala the 90s version to Erin and Olivia on The City}. Plus, I had seen her be nice to other people, so I knew she wasn't a complete cow had it in her. After the PMS train left the station about a week or two later I wore her down she and I became inseperable. We bonded over shoe shopping, questioned whether it was legal to get paid so little, discussed the likeness between 8yr old Dewey from Malcolm in the Middle and our manager's 28yr old boyfriend{like twins I tell you} and counted how many Joe Louis Cakes our diabetic manager would eat that day. Petunia has a very nasal voice, I on the other hand sometimes speak at a pitch only dogs can hear. Yet somehow, we had started to rub off on each other. Picture Minnie Mouse congested. And on painkillers. That was us.

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P later fessed up and gave me the reason behind all the 'tude. She told me I was "just so nice" that she figured I had to be up to something. When she realized I didn't want her man or her job have a hidden agenda, she finally saw that I was being sincere. Funny thing is, she's actually one of the nicest people I'll ever know{when she's not being paro}. It's been 8 years and P and I are still dear friends. Occasionally we relive our lipgloss convo - except she'll say my lines and I say hers then we pull each other's hair out die laughing. Funny how some of my best friends are girls, who in the beginning, I didn't like or didn't like me. Although it's never quite worked out with girls when the feeling was mutual. Go figure.

A little while ago, P and her husband B welcomed their first baby girl to their family. Congratulations, P and B!!! Lil Petunia is just darling. No need to wait and see, I know I love her already.

because I can, and it's fun 

Ever have a friend who didn't quite start off that way? 

xo Ela