It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. - Charles Dickens -
Every March, I buy hyacinths and let their scent waft its way through my apartment. What a wonderful welcome home. March is the month to invest in a good pair of hunter boots, swap out your wintry front door wreath for a floral one, and embrace all things green. It might still be nippy outdoors, but there’s no mistaking spring is a comin’.
Morning! How was your weekend? Did you watch the Oscars? I tried to get in as many nominated films as possible but in the end I only got in a few: Moneyball, The Tree of Life, Hugo, Drive, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, Bridesmaids and The Help. Now that I’ve written it out, my attempt doesn’t seem all that bad! Did you get in any of the movies nominated?
As usual, the Oscars last and last (although with Billy Crystal as host it was quite tolerable!), so I am feeling extra sleepy this morning. I wish I was here, with nowhere to be until afternoon, sipping lemon water.
My bedroom has long been neglected. I want my bedroom to be a little haven for me. I’m thinking clouds. Soft puffy, ethereal clouds. So the look will be blues, whites and silver. The moment I saw this bedroom in the Feb/March 2010 issue of Lonny, I was in love. So I’m making it my inspiration. As soon as I’ve got all the cloud artwork and mirrors up in my bedroom, I’ll show you the final product.
This guy!!! This guy can sing. I’ve never heard such amazing range and power in a male voice before. You can really hear the John Legend and Prince influences in his voice. Beautiful. And he’s not so bad looking either. Hee hee.
Happy Monday, folksies! How was your weekend? Mine was not exactly spectacular…..I’ve been under the weather. But today is Family Day in Ontario so I get yet another day to recuperate. I think this spot would be the perfect place to do it. I love all the books at the end of the bed, each one laying in wait to be snatched up and devoured.
On Saturday afternoon, my mom and I worked our way through a box of kleenex watching Whitney Houston’s funeral. It was a really beautiful service. You could feel the love pouring out to Whitney. And she deserved every ounce of that love.
It’s a hard thing, I think, transitioning from singing for God to singing for the masses. When you’re singing for God, you’re surrounded by people encouraging you. No criticism. So you can sing your heart out without fear of rejection. Without fear that you’re not going to be good enough. You just get up there and give it your all.
But the public is not as easy on people in the spotlight. When you reach perfection, and let’s be honest, Whitney had one of the most brilliant voices that has ever graced this earth, people hold you to that. In fact, not only do they hold you to it, they ask you for more. I think that’s a lot to ask of a human being. And I think it would be easy to stumble and lose your way with that sort of pressure on your shoulders.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened to Whitney Houston if we were a little more forgiving of her. If we showed her a little more love. Rest in peace, Whitney. Your sensitive soul and mesmerizing voice will never be forgotten.
I’m down with a cold. And I’ve decided that only tulips, hot showers and period films will cure me. So Libby and I are taking in The Buccaneers and longing for outdoor picnics amid English ruins.
It’s the last day of Random Acts of Kindness Week. And since you’ve spent the week doing random acts of kindness for others, I think today is a good day to do a little something for yourself. You might treat yourself to a bubble bath or try nixing the negative voice in your head. But do something for you.
I’m personally going to spend the day letting myself be soft. It’s easy to build a wall without knowing it. One too many disappointments or heartbreaks will do it. But what’s funny about these walls we build is that we think they’ll protect us from the next upset. But they don’t. You still get knocked down. I guess it’s not what knocks you down or how many times in life you get knocked down that defines your resilience but who you are when you get back up. Are you the same ol’ girl you always were? Or are you a harder version of yourself? Today, I’m going to give myself permission to take down the walls and be soft. I feel more authentic already. Maybe I’ll do it all over again tomorrow.
