On Being Bold...
film still from Beginners and Goethe quote both via Spartan Journal
Lourdes Sanchez watercolor print via Let it Be...
For all practical purposes January embodies mellow (as least for me). We cruise along, calendar largely open, days mostly quiet, diligently putting things back in order after the mass festivity that is December. I wholeheartedly embrace the mellow, wallow in it even.
But here's the thing, I've been feeling some restlessness brewing of late.
I woke up this morning itching to do something bold... I immediately pondered the feasibility of loading my family in the car and embarking on a random trip right that very second (for the record: not feasible at all).
I am itching to stay up late (I'm not a night person), I'm oddly drawn to hot pink (!), I want to splatter paint a wall à la Jackson Pollock...
I read this "resolution" by the ladies at Banquet:
"eat thick greek yoghurt and tagines and grilled fish and izakaya and oriechette and nice wine and lots of mint and paella cooked over hot coals in the backyard and pear gelato and thin green beans and home made granola and porchetta sandwiches and cavalo nero any which way."
and instantly thought, "I want to eat that too"... And I don't even know what the heck cavalo nero is.
Yesterday I pinned a photo of a chic girl wearing a black turtleneck and burnt orange pants. There are a slew of reasons why this was an odd move on my part including (but not limited to) a general disdain for turtlenecks (on me), a staunch opposition to colored pants (again, on me) and a steadfast refusal to ever wear black and orange together for fear of looking like a giant, walking Halloween decoration. And yet I can't get that outfit out of my head.
I'm craving some wacky, itching for a shake-up, dreaming of going big...
Does this ever happen to you?