Wednesday, September 29, 2010

I'm alive. And I have the boots to prove it.

Fall. It is life to me. I am finally free of the steamy days of summer 2010. Hot NYC days kill people. Hot NYC days kill people's dreams. Mainly mine. I can't be creative in the summer. I don't want to leave the house if it's above 80 degrees. This body was built for cold weather, fireplaces, hot cocoa, and creativity. Summer is death to me. Taking trips in the summer is a great escape, but on a day-to-day basis, I need mini-trips...mini-trips where I can get out and see things, listen to the world, hear conversations, and enjoy the creations of other people's souls. Today is the first day I have felt inspired in a long time. It's as if something is awakening inside and telling me to "get on with it" or "get back to it cause you've been gone too long." I feel like I can breathe again without the help of an oxygen mask. I've been taken off the breathing machine. I'm out of the coma. 


It started with a pop-in at one of my local coffee shops today. I had just dropped off my dear daughter at school. I cruised into Think Coffee, ordered a bowl of minestrone soup and sat down at a table near a window, which, if you know me even a little bit, is always the spot I'll choose if given a choice. There were two girls next to me talking about auditions for Bath & Body Works commercials and voiceovers. One was wearing flip flops, the other wearing black suede boots which she purchased at DSW for $85. (I was by myself, pretending to read something. I didn't mean to hear every word.) The girl was cute, young, and knew what she was doing. That's all I needed for confirmation that my boots from last year will work for this year. Strike that worry off my list. 

Just sitting there, in the window, alone with my soup, listening and looking around, I felt lighter. Maybe it's NYC. Maybe it's a few moments to myself that completely recharge me. I do know that I need to be outside to feel alive, which is why staying inside this summer made me want to take lots of pills. Think Coffee today wasn't terribly interesting, but I wrote down what I saw anyway:


students, models, actresses. alone or with friends. reading, drinking, thinking, talking, computing, writing, texting. 50/50 caucasian and asian. mostly girls. the caucasian gals were fair-haired and freckled with animated gestures talking to friends. the asian-esque gals were reading or working on their computers. alone. (I'm really screwing this up from a pc viewpoint). a 65 year old lady wearing a replica of an outfit i have at home. 


That's when I left. 


So I've got a great pair of boots I can wear AGAIN this fall and winter, but I need to get rid of that old lady outfit. See what you can learn while drinking coffee?


After I left the cafe, I strolled over to Union Square. It's a Wednesday so the Greenmarket was in full swing. Today there was a special eco-friendly exhibit, which I checked out. Park rangers, light bulb folks, eco road pavers, solar panel vendors, sustainable goods, everything you'd expect to see was represented today. But then I spotted it. The gem. It looked like a table of old stuff, but when I saw the sign I realized there was more to it than that. Film Biz Recycling. Yes! I looked at the price tags. $4 here, $9 there. Good, cheap finds from film sets. Liz, in the photo, used to work in the film business and she said that when films wrap, they have all these props that they don't know what to do with so they panic and throw things away. She and her boss decided to create this wonderful little eco-friendly, repurposing, charity where they collect the goodies from film and tv sets and then redistribute them back to those of us who watch films and look at tv sets. 



I brought cash to buy vegetables at the market, but I couldn't resist two items. One was functional and the other was a little fanciful. Below is my "functional" and therefore, totally justifiable, tambourine. It has a nice sound, retro look and was used in the film, Taking Woodstock. This tambo has grit. And for $5 it was a steal!

The other treasure is from the film, Eat, Pray, Love. I will admit it. I loved the book. And I enjoyed the movie. Regardless of what people want to say about Elizabeth Gilbert, I have tried to ignore the negativity of critics and any of those pesky, unfortunate facts surrounding Ms. Gilbert and just enjoy the book. And then the film. I found both of them to be a welcome escape. To the right is a photograph of my little treat from the film set. It is a decorative bottle, presumably used to capture angel dust or fine, French perfume. It is about 5 inches tall and is adorned with gold wire. I like it. It was $6. 

Moving on to my last find of the day. My favorite: the fruit of our soil.



I love going to the Union Square Greenmarket. Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, you will find farmers, florists, bakers, and other vendors selling their wares. I particularly adore tomatoes. When my dad was alive and tending to his garden, he grew the best tomatoes. I didn't care much for them as a young girl, but his enthusiastic attempts to get me to like them over the years eventually won me over. Now, I especially love Heirlooms. Side note: When you get a sweet, juicy Heirloom tomato, put a slice on top of a warm "everything" bagel with a little cream cheese and you will be in love (thanks, Kate P. for that delicious tip). 

Back to my point. Today I bought a variety of pesticide-free cherry tomatoes. In my bag I placed four types, which were named (according to the vendor): Sun Gold, Chocolate, Brown, and Red Cherry tomatoes. I'm not sure about the validity of a few of those names, but they sure taste good. A pint for $3 was a pretty good deal.

My little jaunt brought me a lot of joy today and a few items that have inspired me: 

1) for dinner it looks like homemade Chicken Parmesan with pasta and cherry tomatoes; 

2) in honor of my new tambourine, I think I'll write a new song about coffee shop observations;
3) my gold-adorned jar will catch the dust of angels as they fly by and keep me cool and sane when the temperature threatens to rise above 80; and 
4) for fun, I'm going to put on last year's boots and walk around the apartment in my underwear just to keep it interesting for the office-bound stiffs across the street. They need inspiration too, you know.


Get out and enjoy life. Grab that special something hanging in the air just waiting for you to take it. Then go and make something even greater from it. 


xo
Paulette







Saturday, September 18, 2010

"The point, gentlemen...is that they lived"

Is it wrong to love fairy tales? I can get completely lost in a story, especially fairy tales. One of my favorite films is The Count of Monte Cristo. If you haven't seen it, you're missing out. I only mention this movie because it gives me cover for another favorite movie, which is the whole point of this blog post. It is called Ever After starring Drew Barrymore and Dougray Scott (crush) and is the Cinderella story with a bit of creative license. It's by far my favorite contemporary version of the classic tale, which has, of course Greek origins. (Greece sure makes a lot of claims.) 


It is the last line of the story, which refers to the newly-married Prince and Danielle (Cinderella), that offers a high note which makes you think. The Prince and Danielle are commenting on their own fairy tale while looking into each other's eyes. It goes something like this, with thanks to script-o-rama:



And we, Princess, are supposed to live happily ever after.
    
                   
Says who?

                       
Do you know...I don't know.

    
(woman) My great-great-grandmother's
portrait hung in the university...

                  
... up until the revolution.

                     
By then, the truth of the romance...

                    
... had been reduced to a simple fairy tale.

                     
And while Cinderella and her Prince
did live happily ever after...
    
                   
... the point, gentlemen...

                  
... is that they lived.


And this is where I start boo hooing every time. I look around at everything I have...think about all the places I've been...consider all the friends and family who are so near and dear to me... gasp at this city of wonder in which I live, and yet I still feel it necessary to ask myself, "Am I really living?" I want to do more than just observe the beauty that surrounds me. I want to actively dig in, suck, chew, wrestle, discover, toil, absorb, and adore every moment of my life so deeply that I will have no regrets about how I used my time on this planet.


I don't need a fairy tale. But I do want someone to say about me, once my time has come and gone...


"She really lived."