Week #41: Days of yore

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” — Søren Kierkegaard

The idea of nostalgia will always be linked in my mind with a really badly designed, ’90s-esque envelope I saw once. It had flowers, lace & pearls interspersed potpourri spilled across a table. & horrible typography. Irony arises, however, because I’m a pretty nostalgic person (for everything but that hideous envelope). Objects have lives & their histories make them intriguing. People have stories & the tales they tell are intriguing. Places have romance & that makes ’em—you guessed it—romantic 😉

This week was filled with multiple multiples, all on a nostalgic bend. I went to the Renaissance Festival twice this week. I’ve never gone twice in one week (or wore two different costumes for each). It was enjoyable to be able to go with multiple friend groups, but all of that work came with a slew of other activities & requirements, & I’m plumb tuckered. A second thing that I’ve never done before is watch 3 of the 4 Pride & Prejudice movie common versions. I watched the 1980 BBC version, the 1996 A&E (Colin Firth/5-hour) version, & the 2005 (Kiera Knightley/epic) version within 2 days. I’ll admit that’s rather fanatical, but to any Austen fan who can do so, I highly recommend it. The nuances & story choices made in each of the separate films illuminated aspects I never noticed of the overall story. Like a kaleidoscope, each shifting lens throws a different, beautiful picture into view.

While the somewhat brash & in-your-face ‘history’ of the Ren Fest & Austen’s subtle Victorian history don’t line up, taking a moment to live in them now is one of one of life’s little gifts ❤

Week #34: Boy-quets

“No, really. Just do it. You have some kind of weird reasons that are okay.”—Paul Thomas Anderson

I don’t typically wear makeup because I value any amount sleep more than being sort of cuter (& blinking 10 times more frequently because my eyes are irritated). But as a girl, I’m glad it’s socially acceptable to have the option of painting my face sans being an extra in Braveheart or supporting my favorite sports team. Being a woman isn’t easy (reportedly, neither so is being a man), but we do have some awesome perks. We can choose pants or skirts, no problem (though Scottish men have got me there too), be enchanted by butterflies, rock a Bedazzler & a table saw, & chocolate? Can guys lay claim to an entire flavor—bacon doesn’t count, it’s God’s gift to everybody—but I think you get my point. Girls have it pretty lucky. We get to be pretty, pretty princesses & boys are generally supposed to spend money on us.

One of my guy friends recently gave me a book for my birthday with 1,000 ideas for AN52 things in it. So, as the last hours of the week approached without a project, I flipped through the pages & stumbled across one that was coincidentally poetic. Add to the fact that same guy friend wasn’t having the best day & I had to get groceries anyway, I bucked the norm, did what the book said & bought the boy a bouquet.

For such a small thing, I definitely got some good experience out of it. First of all, what flowers to choose? Piddly flowers wouldn’t do; like a floppy-armed hug, that would just kind of say, I don’t really want to do this. But an extravagant bouquet would be weird(er). I ended up picking some brightly dyed daisies with a majority of blue blooms (hehe—blue blooms—I like that), figuring it was a neutral-ish bouquet. I stopped by his house on the way home & his dad let me in. I explained to his parents what I was doing & also bribed them with ice cream so they wouldn’t feel left out. Waiting for him to come downstairs, I felt kind of strange standing there holding the flowers. All of the examples from history & cinema of such moments were running through my head & it seemed as if I was breaking some unwritten girl code. Luckily, he didn’t think it was (too) weird & no womaninjas came out of the woodwork to see that it never happened again. The weirdness feeling was gone (smiles will do that) & it was just good to see a friend having a little better day because of something goofy.

As one of my smaller, yet weirder AN52 projects, I think I’ll brand ‘Bouquets for Boys’ as a success. Flowers make almost all people smile & I like that—I think this perks sharing thing might become a habit. But chocolate’s still just for girls!

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