Monday, November 5, 2012

tea and misery?



{photo by anna morosini}


The Past has started to shine with such a bright haze it is painful to look upon. These Autumn and Almost-Winter months have brought a haunting nostalgia upon me. More than anything, I want to go to my grandparent's house. But it was sold a year and a half ago, and while I am happy that its occupants are still with us and close by, I still mourn the house that was a second home. (It's because we're nearing the holiday season, I think. Holidays, autumn leaves, winter coats, certain books - all these things seem to make me want to go to my grandparent's. And perhaps to be a child again. I'm going to stop before I start crying.)

Since I've last updated I got my hair cut (finally) to about shoulder-length; I finished the 18th and last (sigh) series of Byker Grove; and I (somehow) got work twice a week cleaning someone's house. Huzzah for earning money for something I enjoy doing, which also involves minimum interaction with people!

I've been well and content, for the most part. Now that I am not obsessively trying to finish Byker Grove, I will (hopefully) be devoting more time to writing. I've not felt like writing the past couple months, but I feel more open to it these days. November I shall hopefully be working on my 1960s story and another story which I've never mentioned before.

Ugh, I am freezing cold today. I'm already wondering how I'll make it through the winter. All I want to do is hide under the covers and eat, which is bad. Really bad. I'm seeing a long winter full of tea and misery ahead. :P


Would anyone care to come hibernate with me?

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I don't know if anyone else cares, but Jenica does and that's all that matters. So here are two pictures of my hair, as it looks today. It's grown a bit since I got it cut, and it's not this curly every day.

The first picture is just my hair hanging loose, but in the second picture I pulled back the less-curly front part to display the glorious curls that live under them. :P Okay, so it really doesn't look that much different. I don't think my hair photographs well. (Also, the bathroom lights really bring out my highlights in the first one...)

18 comments:

  1. You write nostalgic pieces so beautifully, and I wish for you many days spent writing (just the right amount to not be overwhelming) while drinking warm tea and enjoying soothing music. Wintertime can be inspiring as we spent more time reflecting and creating, yet I know those winter blues well, too well.

    The only way I've been able to get through sadness/melancholy is to sense the beauty and reward in what I am remembering, and to do little things to bring the past into the present. Sometimes that's when the sadness is less powerful. <3 Perhaps you will write a story or poem about your grandparents' house?

    P.S. As you can see, I am back here on blogger (with a new blog.) I knew this would happen! hehehe

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    1. Thank you, most beloved Jade. :) That sounds perfect; I hope my days are spent in such a way. And I hope the winter inspiration for outweighs the blues. For both of us.

      I've been considering writing a short (autobiographical, of course) piece I've done one before, but it was fragmented, and I want to do one that's more cohesive. I'll have to ponder that, and also what you so sagely said about dealing with these feelings of sadness and melancholy. ♥

      P.S. Hehe, I can't say I'm disappointed you're back. :D

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  2. I'm glad to (hopefully) be back :) How are you at the moment?
    P.s. I'm jealous of your almost-winter! It's getting so hot here, and I miss snuggling up in a blanket next to the fire :(

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    1. At the moment I am happy, because I just had dinner which was delicious and for the first time all day I am not hungry, hehe. :) How are you doing?

      Want to trade? Hehe. Today felt like winter, and I have been a total wimp about it. But I think if it weren't getting cold, I'd be missing blankets and fires, as well. Maybe I could wish some cold weather your way? :)

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    2. I'm really good actually :) Loving the holidays :)

      I would love to trade! Today was cold for the first time in ages so I got to wear a jumper and stockings, it was so good! :)

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    3. That's wonderful. :)

      Ooh, what is this witchery? We really did trade, because yesterday here it was really warm. :D

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  3. Hibernation sounds great! I guess nostalgia visits everyone...October was a rough month for me, so I'm looking forward to Christmas and winter more than usual. I hope your writing goes well!

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    1. Doesn't it, though? :) I'm sorry October was rough for you! I hope your winter months are wonderful. Thank you!

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  4. Well, there's my answer to the last question in my email! I'm glad you're writing more. I'll write vicariously, through you. Haha. Death, change, and nostalgia are the themes of autumn, certainly. But even that doesn't have to be a bad thing...
    Housecleaning does sound like a nice job. And I want to see pictures of your new hair...

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    1. I'm so spoiled! A comment from Jenica and an email all in the same day?! If you're writing vicariously through me, then I'm afraid you haven't written too much yet. But that will change soon. ;) Definitely not a bad thing. I love autumn and the bittersweet themes it brings.

      It is. :) You asked, and we listened! I put some pictures my post, just for you. :D

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    2. Ah, huzzah! It looks lovely. Do the curls come and go naturally, or had you curled it? I don't know why, but those pictures remind me of WWII novels.

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    3. Merci. :) They come and go naturally. There are some shampoos they like better than others, of course. They're very moody, but I still love them. ;) (WWII novels? I will definitely take that as a high compliment. :D)

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  5. Wow, you've had a busy winter so far! When you mentioned your grandparent's old house, it made me think of how nostalgic winter is - it seems especially so this year. I keep daydreaming about undergrad campus, imagining wandering around the quiet pathways at night. It's funny how, during your last year, all you want to do is leave, but then the memories hit you again later on. When I daydream, it's always winter though. There's some magic in winter, for sure.

    Yay, haircuts! Your hair looks very pretty and curly. Heem. I need to cut mine again. I keep it pretty short because it's weird and misbehaves - soft of like a lion's mane. When I grow out my hair, it becomes so overwhelming that I practically beg my mom for a haircut, haha.

    I'm glad you're feeling up to writing again. It's such a great feeling :D

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    1. It's funny how life works that way. Almost as if we can only apprecaite things once they're done/almost done. Definitely! And somehow the magic of winter melts from my mind when the warmer months come, so every winter I remember it anew.

      Thank you. :) Hehe, your hair sounds even moodier than mine! Where would we be without moms who know how to cut hair?

      It is. :D

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  6. First: OMG! Your hair is so, so, so lovely! I want to cut them and stitch them in my head so that I can personally experience the curliness! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

    * SOB** Suddenly your text makes me want to go to my grandma's. I know she doesn't have the most beautiful house but it never fails to give me comfort. I think that grandparents' houses hold the most beautiful memories in life.

    Smile, Melee :)

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    1. Hahaha, oh haze! I do love you! I wish I could let you experience it. XD ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

      They do! And the fact that the people and memories you love are there is enough to make any house beautiful. xx

      I will. Just make sure you do, too. :)

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  7. Hiding under the covers all winter doesn't sound so bad to me.

    /Avy

    http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com

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    1. How about I'll get the chocolate, you can get a stack of good books, and we'll meet under the duvet? ;)

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Silhouettes of a secret. A story told over a cuppa. Or perhaps just sitting on that stone bench, basking in the moonlight... and not saying anything at all.


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