The Universe Speaks to Me…
While my book-sales take a Springtime nosedive, and I spend more time in the garden or working around the farm to worry about my failing writerly profile, or even how ill-disciplined I am toward my writing (to give myself a pat on the back: I did write from 11-12.15PM and reduced myself to tears as I wrote), I came inside this evening to find a link sent to me by my daughter for the most delicious and witty blog called Faux Fuschia.
I had crept into the laundry and divested myself of sheep-poo encrusted clothes, scrubbed my mud-filled nails, brushed out my seed filled hair and hauled myself to my wardrobe to climb into trackie bottoms and a polar fleece top. Flung tiny new potatoes on the stove to boil, made (gorgeous) mayonnaise and pulled Creole smoked salmon out of the fridge to eat tonight with white wine alongside. It’s all my aching hands, body and mind could manage.
And then I opened the computer and clicked on the link and stared at this divine woman’s slick home which was overflowing with colour, at her perfectly manicured nails, her beautifully applied lipstick and miraculously tied Pucci scarves – and thought how far removed from her I was at that moment.
That said; I vicariously enjoyed her perfection knowing I’m too tired to find my own. I also love that the Universe Talks to Her. To be frank it talks to me too, but it obviously says the same things in a different way.
BUT … I loved reading this blog tonight. It absolutely hit the spot because I needed the escape and sometimes things like picturesque blogs and Pinterest are the best medicine.
And tomorrow, if the Universe Talks To Me in the right way, maybe I shall pull out the gorgeous Gucci scarf my children gave me last birthday and try and tie it at least a little bit perfectly and maybe I shall even paint my toenails…
Universe to Prue:
Two words: .Ms. Battten, Silver medal. Never lose sight of the fact that you’re doing just fine.
As someone somewhere on your planet once said, To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose.
The words will be back, and the sales, and the time for manicures and Gucci scarves.
PS from Giselle: So that’s what passes for a scratch meal in the Batten household? <>
You’re so right, Giselle, to everything there is a season and it’s Spring and I just have other … commitments? Diversions?
Thank you so much for reminding me of the silver medal. It helps.
WP didn’t like my little aside, so here it is again
“Pushes baked bean can even further down into the rubbish bin”
No, the market had a special on Creole smoked salmon pieces last week and I knew this frantic time was coming and thrust it into my basket. As for the mayonnaise, I will share the recipe. It is DIVINE! And an Australian staple.
You sound like a marvelous “real” person and a hard worker at that who still manages to look like a movie star when necessary. What bothered me about that other blogger was the picture of the toddler who was obviously trying to get “mommy’s”: attention. In those heels? Somehow I don’t think that between making herself and everything around her beautiful, she has time to get down and have some real playtime with her naturally beautiful child!
Oh Phylly, seems I owe you money too, for saying such a nice thing!
I have to say, that like all luxury images in luxury mags, it’s hard to imagine that she’s real or that she can perpetually be dressed as if for a garden party. Good luck to her if she can manage it and I shall always enjoy the images on the blog and her ‘dry’ wit.
If I could afford Christian Laboutins, I would be sure to fall over in them and make a fool of myself and to be frank, if I had that much money, I’d like some to go to the Australian Orangutan Project and some to planting trees to replace those that blew down on the farm in the gales the other day.
What would happen if you got dressed up, painted your nails fuchsia, wrapped a designer scarf around your neck, and started writing?
The Universe would probably say what a waste of time…
That said, I fancy orange-ey toenails right now. Trouble is I cut my toenails so short, there’s nothing left to paint and my back’s too decrepit to bend down anyway!
Somedays we are beauty, and some days we just are, but I suspect that the universe finds beauty in all of us most of the time. *grins*
Love your words, Cathryn. I love the idea that ‘some days we just are.’