Good Morning, Children

. Aha, moving a photo worked. Note that I am snugged up in one of the crocheted jackets Crusie gave me. She crochets so she doesn’t smack people, but then she ends up with too much stuff, and I reap the benefits of it all.
It’s cold in my office, the electric heater that looks like a fireplace is cranking out the btus, and I’m ready to work.
But first … The Shape of Water. (An endless moment of rapturous grinning ensues).

Just … so wonderful. Not like the rampart scene in Last of the Mohicans or the bed scene in The Big Easy, more along the lines of the end of the Big Easy,when they’re dancing. I just sat in the movie theater with a big smile on my face, the one that Richie calls my Disney smile. It appears when I first arrive at Disney World. It appeared when I found out I was having a granddaughter. It’s sheer, innocent joy untrammeled by reality. You don’t find that very often, but I found it last night. I’m still smiling.

Tomorrow I’m going to talk about attacking the mess in my house, which I spent the weekend doing, and Jenny was similarly inspired. Tune in, and think about what area you need to make sense of. Office? Kitchen? Bedroom?
Everything needs it in this house, but I’m taking it bird by bird.

See you tomorrow, and we can share organizing, decluttering, stick-to-it tips.

A Day Late and a Dollar Short (Krissie)

That was a saying from my Danish grandmother. Probably common in the first half of the last century, I imagine. I’m sitting her with a spiffy new bottom of the line MacBook Air (people don’t usually brag about bottom of the line, do they?) but of course I didn’t have my sign in info so I couldn’t get on until way late in the day. But I got my proposal and 25k words out the door, and I’m juggling lots of stuff, but not feeling as achy or overwhelmed. Bird by bird, and this year I’ going to revel in the good things. I love your choices for word of the year – I’m looking forward to seeing Jenny’s changes.
As for me, I’ve made a couple of decisions this week. One, that I need to be braver. I don’t drive a lot of places because heavy traffic scares me (snowstorms, not so much). I know there are places where people panic at a snowflake, so I’m guessing it’s simply what you’re used to. Horribly long commutes are terrible in theory, but when you’ve got one you just do it and don’t think about it. I don’t get stage fright, I’m not afraid of failure. I just need to be more adventurous.
And … I realize I can finally be a colorful old woman! I’ve written plenty of them – women with flowing garments and ditzy behavior and fierce strength beneath their eccentricities. Now I can claim that for myself. (Yeah,i know, already been there, done that, but I like claiming it). I found a board on Pinterest (you guys know I love Pinterest, right?) that was incredibly inspiring and liberating.

Milan Fashion Week September 2009
Ready to Wear Spring/Summer 2010

If you don’t know how Pinterest works, you find photos with links to instructions or articles either in Pinterest or on-line and you collect them (Pin them) to your own boards. I have boards for each of my recent writing projects, heroine ideas, hero ideas (yeah, I know, they’re mostly Tom Hiddleston, but there are other possibilities too). I have sewing and dolls and baking and crochet and house plans and Danish and writing tools and all sorts of good things.
Then, other people like the pictures you’ve added, and they pin them to their own boards. I followed someone who’d pinned a dress I liked to her board, and fell in love.
The board is by someone named Mariaelisabet, called Clothes and Things, and I just realized she’s Scandinvian (Swedish, I think). Anyway, the clothes she’s pinned are loose and flows, sometimes with masses of lace, etc. Stuff that an eccentric, skinny young woman might wear.
Except that she’s pinned pictures or larger models, and older models (some really old) wearing the stuff and my reaction was “hell, yes.”

So I am going to embrace my eccentricities (the world trembles). I’m going to wear any damned thing I please, because I am an old lady and I can do it. Mind you, I always did (nun habits to rock concerts, saris to Greenwich Village, maxi dresses when people wore minis. I remember one day I went to work in NYC at the Rockefeller foundation wearing hot pants and a graduation robe. Another time a vintage girl scout uniform (ca. 1940s) and fishnet stockings.
In fact, I tend to be more uncomfortable in classic clothes – I feel like I’m trying too hard.
So prepare for the glorious new, colorful, ancient me!

Funny that this just came to me in the beginning of the year. I hope I claim it and revel in it. Anything you guys want to claim? Anyone want to redefine themselves? For me, it’s just another level of reinventing my own fabulousness. How can you reinvent yours?

MILAN, ITALY – SEPTEMBER 22: A model walks the runway at the Daniela Gregis Spring/Summer 2012 fashion show as part Milan Womenswear Fashion Week on September 22, 2011 in Milan, Italy. (Photo by Tullio M. Puglia/Getty Images)