No postcards whatsoever. In the mini market that catered for the little seaside settlement where we stayed, there was just one kind of postcard, picturing a naked lady who was sunbathing. Her breasts were made to look like mountain peaks and behind them the sun was setting. So I sent you no postcards from Halkidiki, although I had all your addresses with me.
This was a tiny place with just a few houses and we brought back most of our clothes untouched. I didn’t put any makeup on for days. So, I was thinking, when do I plan to let myself go? I mean appearance-wise. I look forward to the day when I will not feel that I have to comb my hair anymore and will be able to buy the newspaper in my slippers. Maybe I will not really let myself go, just be more eccentric, so that people will think of me as the crazy lady down the road with the butterfly sunglasses.
And I am going to wear flowery shawls like Frida Kahlo and sparkly flat shoes and carry a beaded purse all at the same time, and be rude to taxi drivers and eat as much chocolate as I like.
When do you plan to let yourself go and how will you celebrate your rebellion?
August 18th, 2008 at 10:46 pm
I let myself go about every other weekend. I celebrate the rebellion by atypical behavior and complete apathy to the opinions of the outside world. I can’t wait for next weekend to roll around now.
August 18th, 2008 at 11:25 pm
i don’t think i’ll let myself go…i will become more eccentric for sure. i will dress in many flowing, comfortable shawls and long skirts. i will likely look like some old shaman woman… i keep planning on letting my hair grow out in grey streaks…but i’m not quite there yet.
August 19th, 2008 at 12:29 am
Papa, atypical behaviour is interesting. Also, i cannot access your blog again. Send invite please!
Vesper, we’ll still be writing our blogs okay?
August 19th, 2008 at 12:55 am
In some ways I think I already have. At least I wear comfortable trousers all the time.
I certainly plan to be very eccentric someday, finally dye my hair red and never having to justify anything I do or don’t. Ah that will be the day…
Don’t worry, I understand your postcard frustration. I often find places where the postcard fairy hasn’t landed yet.
August 19th, 2008 at 3:33 am
Delightful thought… For now, the letting-myself-go only occurs in short increments. I would wear Tatami/Birkenstock sandals and only comfortable clothes (but as colorful as I feel like) and crazy hats…and carry a colorful bag full of books.
August 19th, 2008 at 11:31 am
This year I just bough a pack of blank cards (and envelopes, I thought I could send them as-is, but they turned out too thin) and drew my own postcards. Not every everyone got one though, I got tired after the 11th time of drawing that big tower thing in Paris.
August 19th, 2008 at 1:50 pm
I don’t let myself go but I am the captain of my own ship……..
I celebrate life in spite of it all………….
Love you Sugar Plum
Listening to Koop Summer Sun embrace the golden drops here in Canada
autumn is approaching soon.
Love you Sugar Plum love all you share.
Thank you for you, sweet wonderful you~
Love Jeanne
August 19th, 2008 at 6:08 pm
I always let myself go a little bit. I try to be good though when possible, jog, eat veggies etc. You don’t want to ruin your skin by unnecessarily exposing yourself to excessive sun, for example. But I think you can have fun and still be beautiful. You think not wearing makeup is letting yourself go? I love the idea of you being a crazy old woman.
August 19th, 2008 at 7:05 pm
sadly, i think i’ve already let myself go.
August 25th, 2008 at 1:25 am
SirB
i AM a crazy old woman