The true truth about things is that January has been a slight amount of a bummer for me. I have had a small sadness which has most likely been made worse by a good old fashioned case of seasonal affective disorder. When I say small I mean it because I know that my sadness has been featherweight compared to the heaviness of other possible sadnesses to be had in the world. Events of this month have led me to the conclusion that I must give up my bug. Some of you may know that my car up until this point has been a VW Beetle convertible. It was and continues to be my dream car. It was the first thing I bought when I had enough money after I started working a big girl job and it was a pretty triumphant day as I have wanted one since before I can remember. And now it is time to let it go. I realize that forming an attachment to an object (and particularly a car) is quite a silly thing to do. But I can’t help but feel like over the years it has become a small part of me. Not to mention it was paid off and now I will have car payments again. Yuck. So now I will be getting a new car. One that I frankly don’t want. A car like a Honda or Toyota that is a practical and mature decision because it is attractive, reasonably priced, more reliable and cheaper to fix if it needs repairs. Blah blah blah. So I will allow myself this last day of January to feel a tiny bit sorry for myself and sorry for my poor little bug. I will be listening to this playlist with some of the songs I have been enjoying lately. I hope you guys enjoy them too. I promise I intend to be more upbeat in February.
So, I have been thinking long and hard about my to do list for this weekend and I have decided we should…
Start out our Saturday by having a kitty lay in. We should finish up the Harry Potter book that we are re-reading with fuzzy babies on our belly. For at least an hour, I think. Then when we finally get out of bed, we should probably call our girlfriends and demand they drop their plans and meet us for brunch at our favorite French restaurant. We will indulge in crepes and bottomless mimosas and most likely also some of those puffy pastries with the strawberry sauce until we are feeling very full and a little silly. And also caught up on all the good gossip. On the way home, we will swing by the fancy grocery store to buy ingredients for an afternoon of cupcake baking. We may also pick up a gourmet pizza for our dinner. When we get home we will put on our new apron so we feel like Martha and bake the yummiest and moistest cupcakes that anyone has ever eaten. Then we will eat 3 or 4 for our afternoon snack while snuggling under several blankets perched in our favorite chair by the fire. We will remember to fix ourselves a glass of milk to go with them before we sit down so we don’t have to get back up once we have kitties making biscuits in our laps. It is then that we notice that it has started to snow. Big fat snowflakes falling at a nice consistent pace. The ground will start to turn white and we will decide that this is probably the perfect time to pop in It’s A Wonderful Life because there is really no better movie to watch while it is snowing outside. Christmas or not. Then we will consume our pizza while we watch Jimmy Stewart. We will think to ourselves that while this may not have been a very skinny day, it most certainly has been a satisfactory one.
For the last couple months, I have been reading the book Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. It is a beautifully written book but for whatever reason, it seems to be taking me forever to finish. Regardless of this, it has been on my mind a good bit off and on since I began it because, as a woman, I identify with the plight of Anna. On a Thursday evening a few weeks ago, I convinced Colleen to meet me at the one theater in Charlotte that was still playing the movie and we let ourselves get completely wrapped up in the story and the aesthetic beauty and romantic quality of the movie. It is without a doubt, one of the most visually stunning and creative movies I have seen in a very long time. But it is also a very sad story that speaks to the role of women in the era in which it was written. I have been meaning to do a wedding story inspired by it for weeks, but for some reason trying to make a love story out of it just didn’t feel right. I may change my mind by the time I finish the book, but for now, I will just share some images inspired by the setting and the costumes, which themselves seem just perfect for a wintry wedding inspiration.