Significant Other

Something I look for in a significant other? Oh, well…I guess it would have to be something uh…significant because I haven’t had one of those yet. I’ve had dates. I’ve had boyfriends but no one I’d ever think of as my ‘other’. No one special enough, no one that makes me think, ‘hey, this is what I’ve been missing in my life’. No one that just gets me, I guess.

Know what I’d really like in that significant other, significantly? He’d never call my art a hobby. He’d never accuse me of ‘playing with glass’ or tell me to find a real career. He wouldn’t refer to the time I spent in Venice as ‘a wasteful indulgence’ and he wouldn’t mock my decision to stick with it despite…oh, never mind. Now I’m just ranting about my parents and this isn’t what any of this should be about.

I want someone who has a passion in life for something. Whatever it is that they do. I want someone who likes to laugh and have fun, not take everything so seriously. I want someone who will dance in the rain and have pillow fights with me. I want someone who will take a chance, isn’t afraid of risk and maybe, just maybe isn’t scared to fall on their face while they’re at it.

Someone handsome wouldn’t be bad either.

Cereal

What are your thoughts on Lucky Charms?

Innocent breakfast cereal filled with copious amounts of unnecessary sugar or culturally mocking and stereotypically insulting to the Irish?

And tangentially related: Lucky, the leprechaun...force of good or evil?

Private Journal Entry

Ten Childhood Memories

1. Piano lessons…my instructor was a wrinkled old stiff-lace man, but once my nanny deposited me and left? We’d play chopsticks and Heart and Soul instead of boring old Bach. Plus he always wore bowties instead of neckties. I liked that.

2. Fishing a frog out of the pond and putting it in the teapot before mother’s bridge game. Pearl clutching and screaming, oh my!

3. Nana always having peppermints in the bottom of her couture handbags.

4. Being fitted for a new riding habit every time I grew an inch.

5. Jumping the crossties without a horse.

6. Summers in Martha’s Vineyard. I saw Jackie Onassis once and thought I’d met bone fide royalty.

7. Culpepper, my pony.

8. Playing with dripping candle wax and using the hot liquid to make new shapes. I guess it was inevitable that I’d be making glass some day.

9. My first tour of Europe. Western of course. I don’t remember much but I do like looking at all of the stamps in my passport. And I remember everything seeming so large and looming, grand in scale.

10. Reading Jane Eyre for the first time.