One of the things I want to do in 2015 is push myself toward new adventures. I know that sounds sort of cheesy and dumb but I really want to make new things.
Most of us love doing what we do well. Me included. Being sucky at something doesn’t feel that great.
On my list is a whole variety of things I want to be better at, including but not limited to, decorating cakes. I feel like I can crimp a pie, I got that! But decorating cakes…oof…not so much. Cake decorating requires a ton of practice. A TON. So, consider this my first example of what I want to get better at.
What do we think of people who eat things like cupcakes, French fries, candy bars and snow cones with a knife and fork? Are they dumb? Or just plain sophisticated? I vote BOTH.
Last week I combined numbers two and three and took a picture of a stranger eating a chocolate chip cookie with a fork and knife. He was out in public TOTALLY SHAMELESS. I took a sneak pic and thought about putting it up on Twitter, but then felt guilty. Here’s this guy doing a very private thing out in public and I’m about to take a picture and laugh at him to my internet friends. So I didn’t.
These cupcakes are delicious. Weirdly delicious. Fork and knife totally optional.
I have getting older plans. Not just older like, fifty-five…but like older older. You know…
And I’ve decided that when I’m that age, I’m gonna have a group of old lady friends..and we’re gonna be ladies who lunch. On the regular.
We’re gonna get dressed up, wear brooches on our tops, curl our hairs all nice, go to lunch, gossip and laugh a lot…and probably get really drunk. Because I mean, why not…we’re gonna die soon.
I got this idea when I met my future-older-self in the elevator, at a museum, this past weekend.
This older woman was with her group of girlfriends. They looked beautiful in pretty outfits. Their make-up was done perfectly. Their eyes were warm and their laughs were genuine.
They chatted to each other about what they had for lunch (cobb salad!) and who their favorite contemporary artists were. I smiled at them. I told them they looked nice. I totally had girl crushes on them.
And then one of the women turned to me and said something that I’ll never forget. She said, “Always dress for the elevator, honey. You never know who you’ll be stuck in one with.”