I dug out my Sarah Vaughan CD this evening... I love her singing April in Paris. Hear below:
Listening to her or Billy Holiday makes you want to gussy up in something frilly and ladylike. With pearls. Very Grace Kelly or Audrey Hepburn. Sometimes in the midst of some really bad low-rise jeans or sweatpants with uggs, I think we are missing something today. (Along with manners!)
The world is full of guys. Be a man. Don't be a guy.
**Super-double-bonus post Thursday.**
I was looking around on the greatest website of all for random internet time-suckage : www.etsy.com
They have everything. Jewelry, vintage items, paper goods, everything and it's all handmade by the individual sellers. They also have art. Like this fine print I just found called "Ode to Lloyd Dobler". I want that.
All of this seller's stuff is great! She has all the same likes as me. Excellent taste, etsy seller chick!
This post his dedicated to my husband who suggested I post this. You're welcome, honey. How could I not post this?
One wonders where one finds something like this. Or where one watches something like this. Or how one knows one can sing like this. There are no words! Dear lord....
I feel this guy might have bodies hidden in his basement. Yeah, bodies.
You know, I love living somewhere where the seasons change. I love winter. I'm all for cozy sweaters, scarves and coats. Warm fires. Hot chocolate. A cozy blanket. But for the love of god! I'm over it.
The days have been so dismal lately. I wish I was a bear so I could just hibernate.I feel chilled to the bone ALL the time! I looked down at my hands today and they looked like E.T. when he's all pasty and dehydrated and those suited-up guys are coming for him. That's my pallor! Maybe in this rough economy people are trying to save a few bucks on the heat. Really, people. It's winter. Crank up the thermostat. Maybe I have SAD (seasonal affective disorder).I may need one of those light machines. I'm going over to WebMD to self-diagnose. ah-ha! Sounds familiar
This explains so much.
Because foods high in carbohydrates (chips, pretzels, cookies) boost serotonin, it is thought that they have a calming, soothing affect on the body and mind.
Strange... I don't feel calm.
Spring is within reach though so I'm going to try to shine on through. I'm visualizing sunshine, floaty dresses, blue skies, and apparently... France.
Sand, surf, balloons
ah, yes... springtime at Versailles.
Sky blue sky
I love Paris in the springtime...
Those will calm and soothe
**Also, try to forget that recent revelation about John Phillips.
Driving home tonight, my ipod played Neil Young's Unknown Legend. When I heard that first line, I made a little noise out loud. Like a ohhh, a sigh. Because that is a good line. What woman wouldn't want that said about her? (Well, I guess the "just to watch her float across the floor" part not necessarily the working in the diner part. Listen & watch the somewhat strange video here: Neil Young - Unknown Legend Uploaded by LeBalayeur. - Watch more music videos, in HD!
But this sighing at that line, reminded me of something.... or rather someone. My high school English teacher, Mr. Kasper. (I always thought he looked like Wilford Brimley in The Natural and in my mind's eye, that is how I picture him now.** )
He would do this thing when were reading a book and analyzing it in class. If it was a really good line or paragraph, he would read it over again, drawing out every word out loud so you could really mull it over. Then he would lower the book, sigh and say something like, "Guys, I wish I said that" in the most sincere way. So for example, if he just happened to be reading a copy of Neil Young's Unknown Legend lyrics, he would've said "I used to order...(pause, pause).. just to watch her... float...(pause, pause) across... the.. floor." Oh, I wish I said that.
Having this weird high school English class flashback made me realize that I do a version of that pause, sigh, mulling over thing. Whether it's something out of a song or movie, or a book or an article, I'm a sucker for a good line. Sometimes, I email ones I really like to myself. Here are my three most recent self-emailed quotes, all from The New York Times:
-"He was the designer wunderkind who went too far, too fast, his sequins falling to the floor like the feathers of Icarus."
-"All my life I have grafted fistfuls of dimly grasped concepts to a series of barely articulate goals."
-"Mr. DiCaprio, having grown perhaps overly fond of his accent from "The Departed", brings it along for the ride, and it spreads through the movie like a contagious disease."
Good stuff.
** I once told Mr. Kasper this, and he said, "Well, thanks."
After much anticipation, Blake Christopher finally arrived at 7:13 pm on 2-20-2010 (His birthday seems cool. Those numbers together must mean something auspicious. At least I think so.) Weighing in at 7 lbs. 8 ounces, 19 inches long!
I can't believe my brother is a Dad! And I'm an Aunt!
A new life. A little fresh start. We are all thrilled to add him to the family.
Congrats to Drew and Audrey, proud new parents !
Grace again in Cannes, 1955 
