This poem PERFECTLY describes what I want my golden years to be!
by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
“Only in dreams was I venturesome, while in reality I instinctively quailed before the future. […]
I unconsciously decided to be content for the time being with the world of dreams,
in which I alone was master, in which there were only temptations and joys, and where misfortune, if it were admitted at all, played only a passive, evanescent role necessary for the delicious contrasts and unexpected turns of fate that led to the happy endings of all my enthralling, imaginary romances.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “Netochka Nezvanova”
I sometimes have days like these.
I’ll just be in my head…..
Teatime just got more civilized!! I’ve been without a tea kettle for a while, my last one bit the dust. I’ve been boiling water in a pot (are you Brits gasping??) but Hubby got me this one. Time to drink all the tea!
Thanks in part to Beyonce’s very sexy new videos and Ohh Lulu’s new pattern shop, I’ve had lingerie on the brain. This board is filled with many things too complex and delicate for my slapdash sewing style, but it’s something to build towards while it’s too cold and wet to make and wear new dresses.
I’ve, so far, resisted buying supplies and patterns. Though I have been looking. Orange Lingerie has a great list of NYC resources that is very tempting. And the price is so right on the Ohh Lulu patterns.
Little pretty things are so tempting!
This new interest is the stuff of daydreams. I have zero skill with jewelry making and the investment in real silver smithing or wood carving tools is too much to contemplate. But, Pinboards are for dreamers.
And wishlists and library books, too. Lots of reading up on the subject, and filling fantasy shopping carts. But a realistic acknowledgement of my abilities (and budget and time and space and spreading my DIY interests too thin) is checking my “Buy Now” trigger finger.
Any secret talents among my readership? Jewelry makers? Wood carver? Sculptor?
I haven’t been too into garment sewing, lately. I’m knitting a baby sweater and finishing my mitts while at work. But, mostly, I’ve been drawn to a series of differing craft disciplines and garment ideas.
I’m not sure what brought it on, but I’ve been falling in love (again) with embroidery. Maybe it was commiserating with my coworker about our mutual lack of skill at it….
I often find something I previously struggled with totally easy after a break from it. Will taking up stitchery, again, be the same? I brought some of those metal purse frames to make myself a little something. As I have TONS of floss and a few hoops and borrowed technique books from the library, I’ve managed to limit my new supply intake to just the frames. I’m rather proud.
I posted my to watch or not to watch, Volver, dilemma on Instagram, too. Opinions, universally, skewed towards WATCH IT, NOW!! So, I watched it.
And I’m in love….
with the colors, with Penelope Cruz (again, I LOVE her in Woman On Top), and with the knitwear.
So lush. All three.
It seems that I’ve channeled parts of the color scheme, recently (foreshadowing?). I’m done, all but thumb, on this first mitt. Maybe a Raimnuda inspired cardi in the future? (1,2,3)My Basquait themed nails continue (there’s an different iteration on them, now!)
And a couple new lip colors joined the crew.
I definitely want more color, this winter. With layers to stay warm.
And to watch more of the films on my list. Volver’s parental theme is a sensitive one for me. I can get extremely emotional watching anything, but mother-daughter-multi-generational story lines always get to me.
If you’ve seen Volver, what did you think?
Made a boo boo (one kid should have gone back to school, today).
Got over feeling stoopid.
Started a sweater.
Got wet in the (DAMN) snow.
Smiled as I watched the kids write their names in it.
Best part-shaking my hair around while dancing with the girls.
It was the best because I didn’t really feel like it, but did it anyway and had fun.
Now, a decision: knit and watch (but mostly listen, to) something I know and love? Or watch Volver and pay attention to the subtitles?
Hello to you all on this, the 1st evening of 2014!!
I’ve had a mixed bag kind of day. I started it off well with a hearty helping of leftovers from the MASSIVE meal I made, yesterday. But, coinciding as it did with the height of my moody period, I felt kind of blah at times. And that’s cool. It was not, perhaps, the best 1st page to my blank 365 page book… but, that’s life.
I did a lot of thinking about what we (my family and I) talked about over breakfast, yesterday. Our goals, our hopes for time spent together. I’m really so fortunate. I really love my family and I LIKE them, too. I really, really like to spend time with them. I love my job and my coworkers, too. Gratitude was big in December ’13 and I foresee that continuing. I’ve been feeling really good. I made a move towards giving back that I hope will become an important part of my life. I’ve been dancing around with my kids, at home, building my confidence to take a class. Gratitude and confidence. Progress. I want to spend more time connecting with my amazing friends and share some of those special times with my oldest child, who at nearly 13, needs as much exposure to mature, talented, unique woman as possible to combat what the media feeds her.
I don’t want to fill this space with a lot of words. And make lists that mean nothing. You all know my stance on resolutions and other grand New Year declarations. I won’t do ‘em.
I just want to feel good and do good and go to good places with good people. And make good things and make good times with the people I love and the people I will meet.
It all comes down to actions.