I'm supposed to pin this at Pinterest, where I have an account, but have never fully learned how to follow through with that exercise, so I'll pin it here instead. Red makes me happy unless I am unhappy, and I have been unhappy all week for vague reasons that I don't really want to address. Sometimes "old stuff" comes reigning down (or do I mean raining down?), and one weathers it like an ice storm. It will melt eventually and I will move on more efficiently than I'm doing this week. I seem to be in mourning for something I didn't do when I should have and can't change now. Pitiful, really. And pitiful is the most pitiful word of all.
When Tom gets home, he will take me out for an ice cream cone. That's reason enough to get dressed.
I love that room.
ReplyDeleteI said not too long that I've started to loathe the color red, which isn't true. As you know I have a lot of rich red in my own house, paired with deep oranges, and I think that combination is stunning. I just don't like red suits. On Sarah Palin, especially.
I'm sorry for your sadness, Louise. You're right. It will pass. But still.
I love you in red. It's your color. You own your haircut and the color red - signature Louise trademarks. Will it cheer you up to know that after putting it off for over 25 years, I finally have no choice but to get my tonsils out on Monday? Go ahead, scare yourself silly and google adult tonsillectomy recovery. And then feel sorry for me that I can't even eat ice-cream afterwards - talk about a rip off. Hopefully channeling my pain will ease your own blues. If not, hop a flight to NY and I will take you to the New York Botanical Garden orchid show next week - it's worth the trip. xxoo
ReplyDeleteI pinned that picture on my page in honor of you. I love red, too. If there is not some red around my life, I die just a little.
ReplyDeleteI love the room, it looks so fresh. Have you become addicted to Pinterest yet? I try not to go on too often but have found some delicious recipes that I have tried out on my family and that is how I justify my weakness for it.
ReplyDeleteI am sorry you are feeling blue, I hope it lifts soon. Sometimes when I am feeling low I treat myself to an afternoon at the movies - just me, my little bag of popcorn and a movie of my choice.
And to Jacqueline - sorry about your tonsils. May you have a speedy recovery.
Thank you all for the good wishes. Jacqueline, the big lie they tell you when you have your tonsils out and is supposed to make you feel better is YOU GET TO EAT ICE CREAM AFTER. Guess what? You can eat ice cream and not have your tonsils out. The last thing I did in NYU was attend the orchid show. I still have the photos. Would love to attend with you, though.
ReplyDeletePretty much every word Louise speaks (writes, I suppose) makes me happy. I'm so happy to be following you (aka, blog-stalking, but not in a creepy way) after ten years or so of suffering Louise deprivation. (I was in your memoir class back in the day.) (I just love parentheses. They make me happy too.)
ReplyDeleteLast week one of my kids got a job at the local custom ice cream shoppe/manufacturer. They supply all the area uppity-restaurants with the finest in locally made heaven. I could not be more excited about the prospect of awesome ice cream in my freezer. I will not tire of ice cream, unlike when one of my kids got a job at a pizza joint. After a few weeks of pizza coming home whenever the kid worked, we were all kinda pizzaed out.
ReplyDeleteI agree with everyone else, red is your color, Louise. And for Jeanna, I love commas and parentheses. But not question marks. They bother me.
I like how you described your sad. It describes mine perfectly. I'm going to pin it.
ReplyDeleteI like to call my sad pathetic. I'm here in Phoenix. Sunshine and fresh oranges and sprinkles cupcakes. It's lifting.
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ReplyDeleteHere I am. Long time reader. Lurker, really.
I just want to say that maybe it's not you, this sadness thing. Maybe it's just February. Like in a bad break-up: It's not you, really, it's me. Only it's not you. It's February. I always have a good and miserable February. Then March comes with hints of warm breezes and I think, "Oh, good, Spring!" and then there are bleak March days and I want to call out; "February is OVER, let's not re-live it!"
I hope you feel better. And love the red room.
Louise: I randomly stumbled across your blog and have gotten completely lost reading through it. The way you describe sadness here really resonates. I hope you are finding it is melting though, by-and-by...
ReplyDeleteI have a request for you but I don't see contact information on your blog. How might I get in touch with you to propose a nutty and wild idea? I'm happy to give you my contact information, but I don't know how to do that privately.
-A young woman in Minnesota, named Sara
What I am liking in that photo is the white floor. In a former home I painted the tiny guest bathroom floor white. It was a mistake, from my "relaxed" housekeeping point of view.
ReplyDeleteOrchids! After the holidays, I felt some "empty nest" in tandem with boredom, and decided to acquire orchids and learn about them. Oh, to attend a New York Botanical Garden orchid show! I might have to put that on my to-do list.
Geez Louise....we need a new post from you! If you are still unhappy I will send you some pictures of my red antique Chinese cabinet in hope of cheering you up for more posts!!
ReplyDeleteI hope the ice cream cheered you up? March is around the corner. It's this time each year you get a little blue. No sense in mourning that which can't be changed. Every time I see my brother's yellow front tooth, I regret the day I pushed him down for eating my croissant. His front tooth hit the top rim of a metal swivel chair, chipping his tooth and permanently ruining his smile. He's had to replace his capped tooth several times, and the dentist can never bleach the tooth to match his other teeth, hence the yellow. I still cry when I retell the story to my kids or primary class. I'm so sorry for it; he's forgiven me, but the regret will never go away. I have to coach myself: Let it go.
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