I See Life Through Rosé-Colored Glasses
Lisa
Welcome to our fun and fizzy collection of stories, taken from our actual lives as a mother and a daughter.
Sometimes we fight.
Sometimes we make up.
And sometimes, yes, we drink.
One of the pleasures of having an adult daughter is that you can share a glass of rosé with her, and by the second one, you forget what you were fighting about.
But that’s not the point of this book or its title.
We’re not that literal.
This is the eighth book in a bestselling series, chronicling our lives, which I bet happens to look like your lives.
If less well behaved.
Like you, we’ve had our ups and downs, but in this book, we look at the upside of ups and downs.
And that’s the meaning of the title.
You know how you feel after a few sips of rosé?
That life is good?
That none of your troubles are really that troubling?
That you’re lucky just to be alive, to taste something sweet on your tongue, to feel the sun on your face and shoulders, and to share the company of your family, friends, or even your dog or cat?
By the way, animals are family to Francesca and me.
We’re both dog- and cat-crazy, and you’d know that as soon as you met us, because lint rollers can only do so much.
Anyway, that rosé feeling is one you can capture even if there’s no alcohol in sight.
Anytime you get a moment, or take one, just to pause and savor the simple pleasures.
Of course the best time to do that is in summer, when you’re officially allowed to slack for vacation, which turns out to be just more work for Mom, by the seaside.
Still, even a change of scenery can help you exhale, set aside your stress, and take a hiatus from tasks and things-to-do lists.
This book is like that too, and I guarantee that if you take it on vacation, you’ll LOL.
For example, I write about what it’s like to get older, namely that your eyebrows will vanish and your eyelids acquire hoods. You may look permanently sleepy, but on the plus side, nobody can see the crappy job you did on your eyeliner.
I also write about not being able to zip up my dresses anymore, so now I routinely beg baristas in Starbucks to dress me. And I can’t work my jewelry fasteners either, so I only buy necklaces like nooses.
Fun facts about aging!
And Daughter Francesca writes about life as a single thirtysomething in New York City. And she has an active dating life, unlike me, who’s dead below the waist.
Like I care.
Francesca writes about the light side of dating, and since she’s getting older and wiser herself, she’s learning to spot the red flags that separate the men from the boys. She’s dodged her share of man-bullets, and she’s not shy about telling you about them. She even writes about how to break up with a guy, with lots of laughs and better advice than “slip out the back, Jack.”
Of course, mothers and daughters may be different, but the similarities are undeniable. Like I write about cleaning out my refrigerator and finding aspirational condiments, and she writes about cleaning out her purse and finding past lives, in her Handbag Time Machine.
You get the idea.
We take real life and make it funny.
And summer vacation is all about fun. And even if you don’t get any vacation, you should read this book, because it’ll make you feel like you’re on one.
And isn’t that the purpose of a book?
To help you escape the everyday.
To make you laugh out loud.
And to make you feel centered and relaxed.
It’s like a glass of rosé, between two covers.
Read between the wines.
Pull up a beach chair.
Sit back.
Turn the page.
And take a sip.
Copyright © 2018 by Smart Blonde, LLC, and Francesca Scottoline Serritella
