Breakfast at Tiffany’s and the Flu


My children and I have been sick with the flu for the last week.  In between cleaning up various bodily fluids, and shivering with fever under piles of blankets, I’ve been lying in bed reading Truman Capote.  When my eyes couldn’t focus on the page, or I kept reading the same sentence over and over, I’d put my book down, turn on the TV and watch “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” on loop. While my sick babies slept, I watched Holly Golightly puff on cigarettes and make a mess out of her life.

And drool over Tiffany’s.

It got me through the flu.

When I wasn’t shivering, laying prone in my bed staring at the tiny shadows in my popcorn ceiling, or taking temperatures and dolling out doses of medicine, I was either watching “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” or dreaming of those little blue boxes everyone seems to covet.


When my own “little blue box” arrived a couple of weeks ago around Valentine’s Day, I finally, for the first time in my life, got to experience what it feels like to be given a piece of heaven.

I gently pulled at the white satin bow, lifted the small blue lid (embossed with Tiffany and Co.) and carefully retrieved a small pouch from the box.  Inside the pouch was a shiny, sterling silver ring with the words, “I love you” written in script around the narrow band.


A bright beam of light shone down from the clouds, and I swear I heard a choir of angels somewhere off in the distance.

It was as if I’d received the Crown Jewels, just because this simple little ring came from Tiffany’s.

Somehow, the Tiffany and Co. brand, one of my favorite writers (Capote) and one of my favorite movies meshed themselves together in one ring given to me by my favorite person: My Husband. It was an expensive gesture too, considering that the sterling silver ring was bought for $125, when a similar ring could have been purchased at Wal-Mart for around $20.

But it was a ring from Tiffany’s.

And it came in a little blue box.

In the movie, “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”  Holly can’t afford anything from Tiffany’s, but her friend Paul gets a small silver ring as a prize in a box of Cracker Jack, and they decide to take it to Tiffany’s to have it engraved for her as a present.

I’m sentimental enough to see the connection between Holly’s ring and my own little ring, since I can’t afford much from Tiffany’s either.

Anyway, I wear it with pride. I wear it while reading Truman Capote books, and watching “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” while my body still aches from the flu.

I’m not entirely sure about the point of this blog post ….I’ve got some serious brain fog from these meds I’m taking.  I guess the point is: Tiffany’s can cure you from the “mean reds” – as Holly Golightly says…  it can keep you entertained while you can’t move anything but your eyeballs, and it can make you feel as special and as sophisticated as Audrey Hepburn.

Especially when you’ve got the flu.







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