So. Here we are, me and the page, the page and I. The page and I. Not sure if it means anything. I suppose it only does if I put meaning onto it! So, I suppose that means let’s get to it!!
I am reading Amy Poehler’s book, Yes Please and she is super hilarious. I love it. I giggle to myself, and can totally relate to her. She is awesome. You should read this book, but be prepared to not take it anywhere because it is the heaviest! I think it is due to the high quality photos that she used.
Ok. But, really. Who cares? What do I want to write about? Writing about a book in which the author states many times how hard it is to write a book (*cough* Amy Pohler) is an interesting enough concept, however, I want write about something more close to home.
Take my Nan for example. Or my Nana. My grandmothers are lovely, and wonderful, and fabulous. And they are beautiful. Let me first focus on Nan. Nan is my step grandmother and I love that she is fabulous and wonderful and lovely. She lives with my parents and I had the pleasure of living in this situation as well until I moved out. Nan is always baking ginger molasses cookies, the thin versions that are nice and crunchy, and calling the fire department to come pick them up. Oh, don’t fret, you’ll here this story from all sides and in its full glory once I get this project on the road! Nan, also known as Marion, is always saying that everything is WONDERFUL or FABULOUS or both! Cuz why not both! There is something wonderful about people who always say the word wonderful. It just seems to rub off, and you will find yourself smiling wildly, nearly yelling “Wonderful!” and you wont be sure quite where that came from.
Marion is beautiful and she is a family treasure. I love her and she is a fashionista to rival the best. I wish that she made it into the book, “Advanced Style,” the documentary that I watched today. I met the director, Ari, at the opening of Iris Apfels show at the Peabody Essex Museum in my home-town, Salem, Massachusetts. I am not sure if Ari didn’t need any more ladies then or what, but she was and is fabulous (and wonderful) enough for that book! Maybe Nan wasn’t at the opening and so they did not have a chance to meet? I know, how about I ask her!
I was proud when Iris said in her documentary that the PEM show was the most well executed setups of her whole wardrobe tour. That’s the other documentary that I watched, Iris. Both Advanced Style and Iris are inspiring and for some reason, not depressing. I know that’s a morbid thing to say, but it’s true. It was inspiring! You might think that watching a whole bunch of ladies close to death for an hour and a half (times two) is depressing or nerve wracking. Especially when they dance and you think they’re going to break an ankle, or hip, but what the hell, I already have chronic pain and I’m f*&^ 23 years old. I guess I’m almost 24. Holy shit!
Ok. Taking a deep breath. (I need a lot of those since I am anxiety prone.) I am almost a quarter century old. Let me be honest. Instead of saying, “EW,” which is what I wrote initially after that last sentence, I will see the beauty of the documentaries I just watched and bring the take away further than a few moments and see that getting older is a beautiful thing. Which I actually think it is. Aging is beautiful. It gives us wisdom. We have lived so much and we have learned so much. It’s inevitable, potentially painful, and somewhat inspiring. I tried so hard to seem older than I am for so long… and so I am here… and now what? Now I am filled with the anxiety that I’m not doing enough, and how I’m not doing something worth-while, and then putting way too much pressure on myself to do something bigger, BETTER, MORE or wasting time watching documentaries about “oldies but goodies”… I digress. (See how easy I can slip into an anxious tailspin? I’ll stop showing off now. Gotta laugh at yourself, mm’I right??!!??)
Now that I’m “older than I was yesterday,” I have “projects”. Just like I always did! Me in a snap shot: I can whip out a crochet hat real quick, and I can dance my ass off. I have love and light and lots of beauty in my life. I live in a beautiful place and I love it. I love the big big sky that is clearly seen even in the city! *Cue smile* It’s wonderful!!! And I LOVE tea, and yummy things, and one day I will get a kitten and a puppy at the same time and they will be best friends forever. Sigh. Yesterday I dreamed that I got a puppy and every time I asked it nicely to do something, it peed. Thus, I have not gone out today to buy a puppy. Or kitten.
Any who, here is the next project: I am going home for the holidays and I will ask my grandmother, Nan, to tell me her stories while I record them. I am sure that she will love the idea. I haven’t told her this yet since I want to see the look on her face when I do. It will simply serve as a family record. I will evolve it into this blog, and it will also be a way for me to connect with her. I am sure I will learn a ton. Also, I will look fabulous as I do all of these tings, but not as fabulous as she. Finally, may I interject this stream of thoughts to say that I can see the reflection of my nail polish in the one inch black border on my computer screen and they look lovely and sparkly. Sparkles. So much shiny. Crow moment over. Thank you.
 *(Besides serving Adam Sandler’s wife a ton of food, from my café job at Life Alive, while they shot some movie in the town over, this is my closest celebrity encounter. I am more proud of meeting Ari at the PEM than Ms. Sandler. She was a very tricky customer to please. Though let me say my customer service style is such that I only have a handful of bad encounters after 6+ years of coffee shop and restaurant and grocery store experience! Owned.)