a seventies calm afternoon

I love afternoons in a special mood.. a woman , my mother’s age in the 1970s, ironing in a room, vintage now, beautiful and simple then.. I see the vintage magazines on her coffee table, her crochet needles.  She is ironing while watching an Egyptian movie. Black and white , obviously. With a cute apron, with lace all around, that she chose carefully at the single aisled shop, recently transformed into a super shop at a mall with a million other shops like it. Nice hairdo, carefully tossed, all floating in a crisp ironing aroma. A lace cover hides the roof of the tv set. Her apartment with many side lamps is swimming in a beautiful mood, with the warm whiff coming from the kitchen, of a freshly baked cake. a vanilla mood with pink frosting, barely pink daisies.. with the title dainty all over.. Her friend will come soon to visit. She will be carrying a present: a pink box of thick polka dotted cardboard, hugging 3 pieces of pastel colored cake. The middle one was a swirl of cake surrounding a piece of a banana. As a Pink matter of fact both women had had a good day, calm, no special mood. Mood is an Irrelevant term anyway. Day to day smooth life management, no staccato in the air.. Their lives don’t resemble those of the rather wild heroines in the movies they are watching. No harm at all.