If a lovely person offers positive thoughts all the way from a picturesque island, who am I to refuse?
When Maureen at Island Roar sent me some anti-angst energy yesterday, I thought the least I could do was accept. So here I am, talking myself down from the ledge, and looking on the bright side. I’m stepping over the sour seepage of my own awful offal, my kid’s aggravating all-nighter (and a very scrappy start to the day), and taking a deep breath. Okay, a deeper breath, and here’s what I’ve come up with.
Ten positive pearls to perk me up (and prevent perpetual petulance)
One: Pearls
Speaking of pearls, I was (uncharacteristically) neatening a dresser in my bedroom and came across two strands of pearls purchased in another life, at Bloomingdale’s. GREAT fun, and one of my all-time fave accessories. They’re not Mikimoto, but they wrap and twist every which way, which enticed me to play dress up.
Two: Entertaining (chairs?)
There are three chairs in my house currently not covered with junk mail, laundry, jackets, unusable cable boxes, bills, teenage tennis togs, unclassifiable man clothes in many sizes (kid visitors?), or other heaps of “stuff.” Theoretically, I could seat two friends (and myself), and entertain. You know. As in non-virtual people having non-virtual conversation. What a concept!
Very 20th century, isn’t it?
Three: Imaginary Friends
Unfortunately, the bathroom remains a toxic testosterone zone, so perhaps I shouldn’t invite anyone to stop by just yet, unless it’s a cleaning service seeking volunteer work. On the other hand, I could conjure two imaginary friends. They don’t eat much, and they won’t ask to use the bathroom.
Four: Silk Scarf
I was exploring my jammed closet late last night (yes, I was restless – spring fever?), and I came across a gorgeous scarf I bought in Paris when I was there a few years back. It may not be Hermès or haute couture, but it was a fabulous deal at about 10 Euros ($15), raw silk, purchased from a street vendor. It’s fuchsia – and while I’m very particular about shades of pink, it’s a stunning color. Energizing. I held it up, wrapped it around me, and felt glorious. (Yes, I do have two pair of shoes in the same color.) A little passion for fashion in sizzling pink? Better than drink!
Five: Treasure Pleasure
Also while rummaging, I found a small china doll, 19th century I believe. She has a delicate porcelain face, rouged cheeks, and black hair. Her dress is turquoise and trimmed in velvet and eyelet. She even wears red ties painted on her tiny white ankles as part of her black lace-up shoes. She was a treasured possession when I was a child, and finding her (in pristine condition) recalled fond moments, and reminded me that some objects are intended to outlive us all, and be passed along from generation to generation.
Six: Pink Pedicure
In a burst of seasonal enthusiasm (no doubt influenced by the sassy silk scarf), I painted myself a change in the Big Little Wolf tootsies. Will anyone benefit from aforementioned dainty pedicure? Yes. Moi. And that should be enough, no? I indulged in a flamboyant, flirty, ferocious Revlon hue called Cherries in the Snow, long neglected on my bathroom shelf. I feel utterly brazen. It is the perfect color for the Parisian foulard. And who knows – maybe the imaginary friends could be male, and French?
Seven: Blush, Flush, and Chanel
After a very long night (I was up and down during my son’s nocturnal work session), this morning wasn’t pretty. Let’s just say I would happily flush the past 24 hours down the drain. Thus, I needed a bit of time to myself. Not writing. Not thinking. Not parenting. After school drop-off (late), I wandered my favorite book store and then the mall – specifically, an upscale department store where I dabbled in a variety of blushes and lipsticks, and spritzed myself with just the right amount of Chanel. It was a delightful two hours. The point? I played. And I don’t remember the last time I did that.
Eight: The Adult Voice
After that breather, I was able to get on with other errands and come home to more paperwork. Calmly. Relaxed. I guess this is called taking my own advice. Something I don’t do often enough. Or rather, I tend to listen to the critical voices in my head (don’t we all?), and not enough to the stronger, wiser adult who actually lives there. Um, here.
Nine: Eyeliner (Minor) Miracle
I have a favorite Laura Mercier eyeliner which I purchased 18 months ago. Not inexpensive. It lasted a year, and then was finito. But I never tossed it, as some of the makeup remained in its little pot. I told myself a year’s use was excellent, yet I left it on the bathroom counter. This morning I looked again, wet my lining brush, and dipped it into the cosmetic kohl. The bristles loaded up, I lined my eyes as I used to – and it was fine. Hardly the stuff of major miracles, this little episode nonetheless reminds me that sometimes everything and everyone needs to be in the off position.
Am I attributing human characteristics to a small container of cosmetics? Yes, I suppose I am. But more than that, I’m affirming that moments of rest are vital. We maneuver miles and master a sort of manic momentum, and we demand this of ourselves, our products, and our devices. Perhaps all of the above should occasionally be turned to the off position? Especially our unrealistic expectations?
Ten: Rest, Breathers, Well-being
The fact that I was able to be out and about for two full hours – running errands, walking a mall and now home – is remarkable. I am not out of breath. I am not falling down exhausted. I’m tired and very hungry (it’s after lunchtime and I haven’t eaten), but I’m okay. That “okay” is better than I’ve felt in months. It may not last, but I’m not going to worry about that right now. I’m pulling a Scarlett O’Hara. I’ll worry about tomorrow – tomorrow.
And that’s plenty of positivity for an otherwise tenuous Tuesday.
Any pearls you’d care to share?
dadshouse says
I love how you work Paris into so many of your posts. You are truly in love with that city. And here’s what I think about positivity: oui!
BigLittleWolf says
Paris has been a happy part of my life for 35 years. I am rich in memories and experiences. And glad of it. 🙂
Maureen@IslandRoar says
Hey, thanks for the shout-out my friend!
The silk scarf and cherry toes sound sensually divine. I go to FL with my daughter in a couple weeks and I am looking forward to painting my own tootsies for the adventure.
It’s these little things I have to remind myself to stop and get a taste of every couple of days. They provide small moments of grace that can be the tiniest bit rejuvinating against the slew of crap that bashes us each day. And sometimes, that’s just enough.
I’m glad today was a good day. Here’s hoping for more.
BigLittleWolf says
Thanks Maureen! (And have a blast in FL. Watch out for all those college hotties!)
LisaF says
Ten pearls! I’m impressed. I do “Five Good Things” when I can muster up the positive attitude. Sometimes I have to really force myself to look at the up-side of life. Writing just 5 good things sometimes helps my attitude. May silk scarf, pink pedi and Chanel days continue to brighten your outlook. 😉
BigLittleWolf says
There are always positives. But I think we need to voice our negatives almost as if to exorcise them. Then we clear the air. Take a breath. (And paint our toes.)
Kristen @ Motherese says
This line – “perhaps I shouldn’t invite anyone to stop by just yet, unless it’s a cleaning service seeking volunteer work” – made me laugh out loud. If this mythical cleaning service does materialize, will you send them my way when you’re done with them? Merci.
So pleased that today is a better one. And tomorrow? I know you’re not worrying about it till then, but may it be even better yet.
Eva says
BLW, this is just a delight to read! I give you a big kudos for successfully finding ten pearls to appreciate today. It’s not easy, especially some days.
Now, I feel I really must paint my toenails. Spring is here, and they have been neglected this winter.
BigLittleWolf says
Well Eva, I can highly recommend “cherries in the snow” (it’s actually a deep hot pink, nearly fuchsia), and I imagine that my imaginary friends (male, female, or otherwise) may want a pedicure as well. Unless the volunteer cleaning service can add that to their menu of available items. Oh. Wait. They’re leaving now. On their way to Kristen’s. . .
Belinda Munoz + The Halfway Point says
I enjoyed this so much I wanted there to be 100 pearls.
Today’s pearl is having made real something virtual. For the first time ever, I met a blogger friend in real life on a semi-sunny morning over a cup of tea. He and his wife are visitng from London and he came bearing a gift of a book written by another blogger friend also based in London. Seeing that the virtual can be just as lovely in person made my day.
BigLittleWolf says
Belinda that’s a fabulous pearl! Major millimeters! (Must have been very satisfying to meet in person.)
Contemporary Troubadour says
Quand j’étais à Paris, j’ai acheté TROIS foulards. Les soldes chez Printemps … 🙂
BigLittleWolf says
Ah. Paris sales. The best. For scarves, and everything else. Je suis tout à fait d’accord. J’adore mes foulards français !
Daily Connoisseur says
Love your pearls of wisdom and can just feel your positivity emanating through my computer screen! xo
Stacia says
I have two little rings that I picked up at Marché Bastille in Paris. Just trinkets, really. But, like your scarf, they always brighten my day when I put them on. Thanks for the reminder to dig them out of the jewelry box (and look for other “pearls” while I’m there).
BigLittleWolf says
Those are the best finds, don’t you think, Stacia? (Tell us what else you find when you rummage.)
Linda P. says
Great post, BLW! And I do believe you took the advice you gave Amber. I know I read it – go out to a mall for a while or a bookstore and wander around – it’s free! I’m glad you did that.
BigLittleWolf says
Yes, that’s exactly what I did. I took the advice I gave Amber. Haven’t done it in so long. And it helped. (Momentarily anyway!)
SimplyForties says
I love this and I’m going to play. Just have to give it some thought. Hooray to you for giving yourself the time to contemplate your list. I bet it made you happy all over again!